It was three then—
You nestled your nightmares into my lap and crooned.
With fingers of frozen mist I stroked your hair
And pried open your clenched fists.
I sang to your closed eyes
Anchored in my tune
I thought I was safe.
It was three when—
I had wanted you to show me the vacant moon
In the only way I knew how.
Its three now—
You know mist thaws
Once your fingers have warmed.
You nestled your nightmares into my lap and crooned.
With fingers of frozen mist I stroked your hair
And pried open your clenched fists.
I sang to your closed eyes
Anchored in my tune
I thought I was safe.
It was three when—
I had wanted you to show me the vacant moon
In the only way I knew how.
Its three now—
You know mist thaws
Once your fingers have warmed.
And mine weren’t even human.
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2 comments:
its very real,
like action unfolding in vacant space..
You nestled your nightmares into my lap and crooned.
With fingers of frozen mist I stroked your hair
And pried open your clenched fists.
I sang to your closed eyes
Anchored in my tune
I thought I was safe.
beautiful lines! the image flows from oner verse to the other, but the last line is awesome...
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