#sundaypoetry - Layover
These days walk by as a man stripped of comforts, worked to bone, then ash, blown by the wind. She hides from them, from him, under...
#sundaypoetry - YEARS
YEARS Ice, wine, Valentine, Murmur me your dreams of sleep. Restfulness, I know I felt long ago, between stairways and stained knees. I...