trace the shape of my heart...
till I become more familiar to Your eyes
Monday, January 11, 2010
(revised) petticoat
next summer
when the trees are full again
tulle will caress
against my unshaven legs
like cold butter on browned toast.
those lace cobwebs will delicately
weave two lives together
into one
so strong not even death
can break it
Newer Posts
Older Posts
Home
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)