smoky faces in the
twilight with
your starry eyes
glimmering; sea-foam-soft
searching for you in your young habitat
with stones on your tongue and
your smile growing with the swell of thunder
un-peeling the kindness from your skin
and then you are raw and i am holy
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
