#miss-her
i.
Whilst she sleepeth
She dreameth of me;
Whilst she sleepeth on
The sulu sea.
ii.
The Luzon she meet's
Whilst eye's closed;
I meet her in the circle
Of her tribal expose.
iii.
And we art bare
Connected, none clothe's;
Just garb of angelic yarn
Ourn dermis fused, close.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC