Child (Poem)

Heyyyyy mina! Wotcher? Back with another poem! What’s your interpretation?

 

Child

An eye that breathes

the lashes that step

a hush of hair

with no regret

And I, a child

am found soft-lipped

your defying scent

your soft torment

Touch me, kiss me

here comes the warmth

sweet inglenook arms

until cold space awoke–

and your warmth was gone.

ღAegyoChan♠