january 3, 2018
T I N T E D
the moment after the sun's slipped away,
after traces of orange roses have wilted to the earth,
but before darkness swallows us,
the world turns blue,
parked cars swimming in our ocean eyes.
YOU ARE READING
LIMN
Poetryrepainting my world with the words silently formed by my rose-dipped lips. • 972 in poetry
