Her hands swoop, turn, swipe
intertwining threads of olive and beige
a pivot in her wrist, her bones pop and creak
but heaven's angels sing to the rhythm
Do you hear their hum in the distance?
Darling, I only hear you.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
Her hands swoop, turn, swipe
intertwining threads of olive and beige
a pivot in her wrist, her bones pop and creak
but heaven's angels sing to the rhythm
Do you hear their hum in the distance?
Darling, I only hear you.
