Eschew the distance between
what is true to say
and what is pretty to say.
Loveyou lovedream
Rains haze carlights
Debussy, slurred
Eyes dilate: a sign.
The silence, the silence
of my hand on yours.
The impossibility of silence:
your heart beating next to mine
YOU ARE READING
Fields of Asphodel
PoetryA poetry collection inspired by mythology, nature, and poetry itself. The style will be a bit different to what I wrote for Clockwork Lives, but I feel personally that it is an improvement. :)
