Quill of Sleep
Feb 23, 2017 · 1 min read
Immortal poise to the falling of skies and men
along the quill of sleep, pillowed by un-rumpled air
stilled to the river of ink, pooled to the lip of his pen;
the quiet of night gathers close to watch you there
of wild secrets bound in such fragrance crush’d
a lover’s gaze lingered to the shiver of your hush.
February 16th, 2011
