hmmm

butterfly knots and porridge pots, close together anyway tales...and fluttering mornings, beloved nights: me in a pillowcase, u at my side!

Cast out, the night had been dark—

Sullen in anticipation,

April had smudged her veils with a dab of colour,

And then

An afterthought,

The imprint of your lips,

Left her pale,

A forlorn shadow under the arches,

Carving your love, in pain.