"volos" poems
Chills abound enliven the skin
The quiet is pervasive
Yet you still listen
Mist of your breath
Reaffirms existence
The placidity of warmth
Is yielding to friable ornaments underfoot
How is it that the smell of the impending decay
Is so intoxicating?
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC