My love,
this is no promise of forever.
This is only hope
and trial.
policed from earned trust
and bitter tongues,
and concrete
eskimo kisses.
Here lays I,
so I lie quietly,
No need for whiskey on a cold night,
no holy
honeysuckle hammock.
No snow princess.
I promise my paper,
I promise her forever.
And for you,
I promise now.
A partner in killing rose buds,
wilting petals that sing:
“No, look at me
please,
harbor me.”
clear as day,
with no envy.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
My love,
this is no promise of forever.
This is only hope
and trial.
policed from earned trust
and bitter tongues,
and concrete
eskimo kisses.
Here lays I,
so I lie quietly,
No need for whiskey on a cold night,
no holy
honeysuckle hammock.
No snow princess.
I promise my paper,
I promise her forever.
And for you,
I promise now.
A partner in killing rose buds,
wilting petals that sing:
“No, look at me
please,
harbor me.”
clear as day,
with no envy.
