Perhaps every fold of a slumbering valley
Every sombre bowing willow tree
Every shiny slate on a python’s armoured back
Are all just hieroglyphics
I have etched upon the wall
To make my platonian cave
Less drab
If the only real thing could be
The shape of your name
On my paper lips
Would that nothingness
Not be beautiful
After all?
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
Perhaps every fold of a slumbering valley
Every sombre bowing willow tree
Every shiny slate on a python’s armoured back
Are all just hieroglyphics
I have etched upon the wall
To make my platonian cave
Less drab
If the only real thing could be
The shape of your name
On my paper lips
Would that nothingness
Not be beautiful
After all?