like the
night at the doorstep?
shut
my lips
with your kisses
Pleasefoldtime.
Never never gets to come, as long as the long land
gives up skin--
drank the water of the seas’
islands, are my flashes
of you.
The short ting
of eyelids reverberate
and sing; your hair--
sways the sound of lullabyes.
posted by ciggy at 9:57 AM