i found solace in the seams of your lips
saliva slick, dusty and bitter with the taste of old anger
chapped raw, let me love you by the skin of my teeth
build a world for you,
where the clouds are made from your sighs
YOU ARE READING
tyrants
Poetrythe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
