Friday, 9 November 2018

spending timeless

what if we spend our entire
timeless together unknowingly;
cold-pressed my apple eyes
and lids started crumbling apart
words started falling together and
the winter nights started condoning
the uneventful peace storms.
peace storms. your body and
mine together in harmonic
strides of unopened pits of
sweetened dates and sleeping
dares.
the end of us started
today.
 
 

grieving greif

bountiful snow with stagnant silver wings and baby steps leaning us forward. i have been in this attic before and the leaks were distancing ...