I blow gently across the eyes of my lover.
To stir, like I did momma's bread pudding,
a recipe ruined by clouds.
I used to keep the windows shut.
Loving the smell of smoke and paint thinner,
baking bread pudding.
I blow gently across the eyes of my lover,
who slept forever from my feather touch.
I listen to no heartbeat, eyes sewn shut.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 11:03 PM UTC
I blow gently across the eyes of my lover.
To stir, like I did momma's bread pudding,
a recipe ruined by clouds.
I used to keep the windows shut.
Loving the smell of smoke and paint thinner,
baking bread pudding.
I blow gently across the eyes of my lover,
who slept forever from my feather touch.
I listen to no heartbeat, eyes sewn shut.
