Sleeping in Stilettos

pepper

There lies,
between joy and desire
a pause, a hesitation, a
flutter of an eyelash.
Where softness screams
and secrets stare
with ceiling eyes,
making it impossible
to look up.

So she does.

She withdraws her muffles
from pillowed refuge.
Etches the light
into the tips of her fingers
and slips through the scratches,
stitched up in silk
woven in wonder,
and wakes up
wearing lilacs.

Godfather.

love it !

Godfather.

pepper

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