littlemisscloud writes

The Blue Cloudy Coronet

I've placed your love delicately, 

on a head crown 

where it's been warily pieced 

with such a fine, military precision

 of your veins I've traced 

before the sandman totes you away

 how do you reckon 

that though the moon is actually a dry place

 it's unbelievably true 

after all,

even the storms can't wave off 

the little beads 

on my skull 

-a.