Thursday, October 15, 2009

Despite

It was a nightshademorning.
We sat huddled together
Against a coffeeblue backdrop;
Condoning the cold in sleepysilentwhispers.
Shadows shivershuffled past us,
Bitch-tits swinging in the wind.

And yet, I paid no attention.
For I was warm,
From the heat of your lips.

1 comment:

  1. and yet again the bird that sings so high
    shall ask for the snow

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