Out of the very edging of my eyelashes;
the little wisps of my mind
flits this pinky-promised wish.
This
childish thing
mingling with these balmy summery notes.
I cannot wait for those white, uncreased sheets to be infused
with your
little smirks & laughter.
For these two tea cups to ****** its wonderfully ***** of a sound to lull those lazy days to awakeness.
Your shoes right behind my foot-steps,
c r i n k ling,
creasing
snaps of autumn itself.
A peck on the nose between the gaps of our once-shy feet.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
Out of the very edging of my eyelashes;
the little wisps of my mind
flits this pinky-promised wish.
This
childish thing
mingling with these balmy summery notes.
I cannot wait for those white, uncreased sheets to be infused
with your
little smirks & laughter.
For these two tea cups to ****** its wonderfully ***** of a sound to lull those lazy days to awakeness.
Your shoes right behind my foot-steps,
c r i n k ling,
creasing
snaps of autumn itself.
A peck on the nose between the gaps of our once-shy feet.
