summer skies in January
cherry tasting lips
blood and berries
painting the skies with
the brush of the eyes
chilly morning beaches
cold as the ice in his lies
razor sharp warnings in eyes that are met
heart killing tears with a side of regret
fabricated; taken, the lies he partakes in
summer skies in January?
no my friend,
you're just mistaken.
YOU ARE READING
paradise.
Poesiapoetry album six. your arms around me it smells like home, like footprints in the virgin snow. 10th August 2019. © 2019 Billy Waugh
