Untitled - A Twitter Micropoem
The world breathes
in sin.
Can't you feel it
honey?
The taste on the breeze.
The slow, rasping
against your throat.
It's beautiful.
Matthew Eyles
The world breathes
in sin.
Can't you feel it
honey?
The taste on the breeze.
The slow, rasping
against your throat.
It's beautiful.