Saturday, 5 May 2012

whale graves

I smell the mud on your tired hands, and honey there's dirt on your sweet lips. I know you tried to hide your heart before you came to hold me close, but there's no use in fear now darling; I died years ago on a Tuesday night, the fires raged and the seas were no escape for us. In weary skin comes weary will, and so I wandered lost til you found me in the dust. But let me warn you I'm still empty, I only stand with the skeleton inside me; I don't know how to love, only lust.

1 comment:

  1. that was by far my favorite so for...very deep and very beautiful