Praises drip from your lips
Your teeth chatter in tongues
And our skin quivers with a chorus of ecstasy
I gaze into your eyes for a moment
Hoping to decipher
Whether or not
I am your Patroclus
Or you are my false prophet
Before I descend desperately down your throat to hear the last hymn
YOU ARE READING
Soft Visions
PoetryWazzaaaahh!! This is my second poetry book. I'mma let y'all read but heads up you're in for a trip. Thank you and enjoy! (˘³˘)♥ (Cover art not mine)
