Tiny Dancer

January 2, 2014

You are a morphine drip to a dying man’s pain, Euphorically numbing as you course through my veins. Aurora borealis: you light up my heart, Shining bright colors over what used to be dark. A muse, I need not when I light upon your face When you glide into me with such incandescent grace. As the wind sways the golden […]