Monday, 27 August 2018

an evening

raindrops coughing against 
the flower petals

serenity is the warm water-bottle 
between my feet

words falling under
the penumbra of
the hand

waiting 
for the heart
to quieten

silken cheek of my doll
lulls me to sleep

the clock hacks the evening air
into charmless chunks

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