Love is ice wintered while
Whispering voices witness
Hearts drummed away
Through the wind and shell
To a soul-torn beach while
It is slashed to vowels and
Consonants the raven cries
Her bitter wounds
Lay open like a cut peach.
Whispering voices witness
Hearts drummed away
Through the wind and shell
To a soul-torn beach while
It is slashed to vowels and
Consonants the raven cries
Her bitter wounds
Lay open like a cut peach.