Super Sister

Dawn slips her neck into night’s loose grip
feigned for making one more pass at love
before they have to go their separate ways
in peace. Super sister, come tell us again of
how close you’ll lie tomorrow night, your lip
moistening edges of the shadow that stays.


Advertisements
This entry was posted in nonce and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Comments welcome!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s