The desert in your eyes evoked a storm in my heart, just to reach you. I opened all gates of amiability, that my senses caressed your sand-but for a second there, I thought your nights were so shiny; perhaps ungrateful? Burdened by forgetfulness, an excuse for painting the sky charcoal. I look at you again.
I leave.
You unveil
(A kingdom of disguise)
Thoughts of you, warm my bones...
3 months ago
