jennyDRAI | ||
lullaby, hush
sun
on wheat, lark in spring, sky-lake we’ll
amble on by, dutiful in our bones, shake out old precipices
from older troubles your
nibbled fingertips, bitten nail. thee. correct.
informal you. well, we’re in this muck together so
long as we both shall live, meaning, one of us, but we’re
not like that, not a married couple gold
in the wheat, light, not a song just
a pair of tap dancing skeletons. that’s us for sure come
now. come for your warm bath stop. let me wipe dust from the purity of your
skin |
|
|
|
||
advent16 D U S I E |