Sunday, 3 January 2016

Pillow



a sun warmed ledge, calls me to bed
warm through long night, under the soft light
of the stars above, as we make love
counting time sighing, fires gently dying
until heads on pillow hard, of mossy shard
still and firm, become companions of the final term




+Monique Helfrich is to blame, for teasing about new pillows.
Post a Comment