Prostrate without sleep
abreast with whispering winds
and forgotten word
Uncertainty taints
but undoubtedly waits; let
aspersion tickle
Like the time the place
the moon your face the roof the
days the stars i raze
As it begins to
set in skin; be my trust and
rain with fair roses.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
Prostrate without sleep
abreast with whispering winds
and forgotten word
Uncertainty taints
but undoubtedly waits; let
aspersion tickle
Like the time the place
the moon your face the roof the
days the stars i raze
As it begins to
set in skin; be my trust and
rain with fair roses.