29/03/2024

neatly packing thunder
in your sockets,
two lips in my ears
and your tears
bore a hole in my soul

tracking the dawn
to when stars of my kisses sit
on the space of your pretty spine;
as it gets closer, i come near, a cat hisses, and i turn
to find a crime, shackles tackle my eye
in the shape of a tear sitting on your pretty face