Missive
There isn’t a you there
far as I know
just little bits and knobs
skewed sweet
but no you yet
no pulse to hold a thumb against
or breath to pauseĀ
in studied wait
no you until my sparrow body
fumbles through your hands
There isn’t a you there
far as I know
just little bits and knobs
skewed sweet
but no you yet
no pulse to hold a thumb against
or breath to pauseĀ
in studied wait
no you until my sparrow body
fumbles through your hands