Your ****** terrain framed by grizzly
gristle
and the batting stalks that give glimpses
of the bright bear cubs held within
hide the warm sunken caves
in your cheeks.
But the soft woven cover that so
delicately protects you still whispers
"come."
"come hibernate in my jawline."
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 6:24 PM UTC
Your ****** terrain framed by grizzly
gristle
and the batting stalks that give glimpses
of the bright bear cubs held within
hide the warm sunken caves
in your cheeks.
But the soft woven cover that so
delicately protects you still whispers
"come."
"come hibernate in my jawline."