Her hair feathered,
eyes blue doves
nestled in the hollows of her
cheekbones.
Lips swollen
from kissing ****** men.
An object,
love making of the disreputable kind;
of lust,
grime and creaking springs.
Comfort for one sleepless night.
Mouth red not from wine,
but blood.
She tilts her chin up to the sky
and marvels at how small she is,
insignificant.
And the clouds envelope her body
in an embrace so
tender;
Steadfast,
the only lover that comes without a
price.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
Her hair feathered,
eyes blue doves
nestled in the hollows of her
cheekbones.
Lips swollen
from kissing ****** men.
An object,
love making of the disreputable kind;
of lust,
grime and creaking springs.
Comfort for one sleepless night.
Mouth red not from wine,
but blood.
She tilts her chin up to the sky
and marvels at how small she is,
insignificant.
And the clouds envelope her body
in an embrace so
tender;
Steadfast,
the only lover that comes without a
price.
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