Dehydrate my bones and
Sprinkle the crumbs over a deliciously
Warm winter dessert, creamy
In the centre like surprise ice
Floating above the tide.
Do I melt in your mouth
The way he did?
Your memories of me now are just
Strange dreams
That remind you of
My ashes.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
Dehydrate my bones and
Sprinkle the crumbs over a deliciously
Warm winter dessert, creamy
In the centre like surprise ice
Floating above the tide.
Do I melt in your mouth
The way he did?
Your memories of me now are just
Strange dreams
That remind you of
My ashes.
