upasana2007
Hanging on to your words
Updated: Mar 7, 2020
You make words
Like silver drops
In the crevices of an ocean
And poems of old
Cinnamon mingled honey
And in the folds
Of your eyes
Your dreams float
And I watch them.
Are we dancing?
Because it feels like
I’m swaying to the tune
your lips bleed
And I’m hanging
On to your words
As if a thread strung
Between alive
And madness.