Little Isosceles
When i die
they’ll call you my long suffering partner
and wonder
how you ever could stand it.
They won’t know about the symphony
of our mutual snores.
Or the nights I trace little isosceles
on your skin.
When i die
they’ll call you my long suffering partner
and wonder
how you ever could stand it.
They won’t know about the symphony
of our mutual snores.
Or the nights I trace little isosceles
on your skin.
Comments
Beautifully poetic and haunting!
If I could favorite it twice, I would.
(I love that word Isosceles by the way.)
wow! thanks. it is a great word isn’t it? xx
– applechic