she spoke and it was sunlight
wrapping around my face.
through the glare I made out
pearl-pupils,
+ papery hands (white, thin)
a fragile head.
and
I flinched;
love keeps us still
like a kick in the ribs
makes us gracious:
how can I
live my li(f)e
With her clicking her melodies behind my ear?
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
she spoke and it was sunlight
wrapping around my face.
through the glare I made out
pearl-pupils,
+ papery hands (white, thin)
a fragile head.
and
I flinched;
love keeps us still
like a kick in the ribs
makes us gracious:
how can I
live my li(f)e
With her clicking her melodies behind my ear?
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