"zygoma" poems
goosebumps
my skin belongs
on yours
there are valleys
taut ‘tween zygoma
and mandible,
mountains
burying themselves
in their own light
waiting, for a shadow
from a ghost
*I was never here
but goosebumps, darling.
my skin belongs
on yours.*
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC