cyclical questions
and
bleeding sands
and
prickly memories
bound into leather
flip open to a page
and run a finger down my spine
kiss the cover
with your perfect lips
and close your turquoise eyelids
soon you'll forget about us
but remember
the ecstasy.
the ecstasy of
being held
like this.
like we're more than
papyrus and ink.
YOU ARE READING
little blue flowers
شِعرA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
