lucent
nicotine dreams,
(the wasp, too, pollinates)
and under honeycombed bridges
i swim,
reflect
upon a moonbeam during day,
and wake only to your
kiss: soft as an
egg yolk
lucent
nicotine dreams,
(the wasp, too, pollinates)
and under honeycombed bridges
i swim,
reflect
upon a moonbeam during day,
and wake only to your
kiss: soft as an
egg yolk