Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash
She rains down like sugar and lands upon my tongue
She dances around my mental stage and sings a little song
She could be the night for me and I could be our day
And every time the bells should ring we'll go out and play
She believes that she's a cat and scratches me on the back
She licks me down to the lowest point then stop to take a nap
She could be new eyes for me and I could be her heart
The sticky hollow sins we share will rip our souls apart
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Bryan Leeds and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.