I was cleansed
in fountains birthed
by naked hungers
buried in a darker thirst
and I’m left to wonder
after how hard
I’ve had to pray,
were I to kiss you
would you taste like yesterday?
Rememberances
I was cleansed
in fountains birthed
by naked hungers
buried in a darker thirst
and I’m left to wonder
after how hard
I’ve had to pray,
were I to kiss you
would you taste like yesterday?
Perfection in poetry. Sigh.
Somehow, yesterday is seems sweeter. Beautiful words.