dusk in her voice soothes the night
Tag: Elancharan
strangeness to this scene of confused pigeons
concrete walls shy away from pale breasts
after dark we try to remember azure skies
crux of dusk and night the infant darkness
winter spider
steps out cautiously
no more coffee
eyes adjust daylight grows in strength
far off the mushroom cloud a gentle reminder
blindfolded we crawl through the dying grey
follow the cold moon trail winter trial
