silent as a winter night
we
smolder into ash and dust
where we used to sit beneath maples
lips on neck
the pressure of a pulse extinguished
what it feels to lose you
Sending poetry to the world
Sending poetry to the world
silent as a winter night
we
smolder into ash and dust
where we used to sit beneath maples
lips on neck
the pressure of a pulse extinguished
Press Send Poetry 
Buzzwords
'A Paradigm Shift…'
says the marketeer snidely
to hide her weakness
Ty- my most dedicated reader, thanks and thank you for all your comments – although i admit i'm not entirely sure on this comment what you mean