in my dream of spirals
we meet on the stairs
at the shoulder of the world
may i? i ask as i gather you in my arms;
in our cloak of words
our filigreed cocoon of thought
here, in our dawn of skin
we shine softly
and spill from a thousand kisses
through an open window
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
in my dream of spirals
we meet on the stairs
at the shoulder of the world
may i? i ask as i gather you in my arms;
in our cloak of words
our filigreed cocoon of thought
here, in our dawn of skin
we shine softly
and spill from a thousand kisses
through an open window