Читать книгу an inkstorm summoned under live oak we dreamed - daniel boonelight - Страница 9

i will never forget the skymelt

timefreeze of meeting you

the way that your face felt

as though i had cradled it

and cared for it in war before

the way that your big feeling

furtive eyes wanted saving

to be met with salve in a bid

of tomorrowlike understanding

i've swatted the flying fruits

round my head before with

ample self-protection but i

will never be able to bet

on a jackpot like the reason

the sunshine brought your heart

to my needing bareboned belief