Salt on your neck,
scent of your sweat.
Your scent sticks
to my sheets like gum.
And one word sticks out
between waking and dreaming.
I thought I would lose you,
thought of your sweat.
In the light, I stayed awake,
brushing the salt off my lashes.
Fields of Asphodel
Par Snowdrop07
A poetry collection inspired by mythology, nature, and poetry itself. The style will be a bit different to wh... Plus