you lay behind glass.
engulfed by a lacy metal frame,
sitting tight against left shoulder.
you are a dream catcher of sorts,
another moon,
another life,
another way to welcome the morning quietly.
YOU ARE READING
speak softly
Poetryyou speak until your breath gives out, and the shallow huffs of words they never heard beg to be buried; but live on in the sidewalks. - - - prose/poetry
cameo lover
you lay behind glass.
engulfed by a lacy metal frame,
sitting tight against left shoulder.
you are a dream catcher of sorts,
another moon,
another life,
another way to welcome the morning quietly.
