I heard your heart
in her voice
pulsing through tempered glass
and salty steam
your lips curled like crescent moons
and your eyes folded like desert sands
I was ice in the summer heat
(still a puddle at your feet)
9-17-18
Musings and Misgivings
I heard your heart
in her voice
pulsing through tempered glass
and salty steam
your lips curled like crescent moons
and your eyes folded like desert sands
I was ice in the summer heat
(still a puddle at your feet)
9-17-18
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