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Dream a little dream… (12.26.16)

Dream a little dream

poison and passion

lace and lime coloured linen.

We crossed the meadow between us

in a slanted stride,

only whisky and lilac wine between us now.

You fell into me

with weary eyes and twisted sense,

skin upon skin

as  night sketched us together.

If only this were more than a bitter memory to me;

Skelton of the man that I once knew.

All that remains now…

the faint smell of alcohol.

-Eva M.M.

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts with me in the comments below

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”



I am the author of and am currently working on a book of poems. To find out more check out my about me page as well as my page about my blog and welcome to the ink angels community.

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