i am bone deep in a twilight place
not quite awake just yet
like a moth to light; my tongue curling around your
name
still silver, still beating
riddling all your stories and
hunting for sweet solace against
a glimmering star set where your teeth are
golden and glowing
tasting of a kiss
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
