I love the way you’re feeling
on me, and everywhere
a winter cold frostbite
playing kisses
in my eyes
instead of this nothing.
I reason your name.
Its’ an argument
about beauty.
It’s silvery fists
of power.
It’s nowhere’s map
A blue page torn
from my fingers
I know you.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
I love the way you’re feeling
on me, and everywhere
a winter cold frostbite
playing kisses
in my eyes
instead of this nothing.
I reason your name.
Its’ an argument
about beauty.
It’s silvery fists
of power.
It’s nowhere’s map
A blue page torn
from my fingers
I know you.
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