Salty
My lips taste of salt
and of the dreams
it took to make you
Expectant
I wait for you
watch light
under the door
obliterated
by shadows
none of them is you
poems by Robert Beveridge
e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
Salty
My lips taste of salt
and of the dreams
it took to make you
Expectant
I wait for you
watch light
under the door
obliterated
by shadows
none of them is you