And everything from those lips
Their odes tossed
like coins to begging hands
Their melodies worn as raiments
Closed round cold shoulders.
I think of them
When I am alone
When the light flickers out
When the cold seeps
into weary bones
And all you have are hollow words to warm you
YOU ARE READING
Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
