A Thosand Cool White Dreams

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

Fill me with languid light;
Make breath and snow escape me
until the moon empties the oceans.

In silence, the darkness walks
the bridges of the sky, falling backwards
and downwards,
a scream thrown back at the naked air, upside down.

The scent of winter always
whispers like a shadow stuck between two smooth stones.

You are a thousand cool, white dreams;
Make me drunk on storms.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Evening Sirens
by: Katherine Tildes
from: Athens, OH, US

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