Tracing the heavens
With crystals of ice
On stillborn moons
Of rapture’s delight
In fading December
With one kiss goodnight
In winter's embrace
Her gentle Reich
It’s so hard to breath
With her in my sight
That single kiss
Always on my mind
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Breaking the regularity of rhyme and meter in the last line works well to establish a sense of distraction and wistfulness.
Post a Comment