mellz99

Cold as ice, my hand on your breast- In dewy skin I found you long ago, But now shriveled as so many beetles- Join you like blankets in eternal rest. When I turn you over, in your dusty wooden music box, And your fingers stiff- I do remember. I never forget. Your current like a tempest; Flows like snowmelt over warm rocks. Smelling like all the pressed roses, Between the pages of my secrecy, And crumble when I cannot- I couldn't. What danger from quicksilver poses. I miss your singing in my old oak tree, And the amber rain, falling in sheets you slept in. And when the roots grow stronger- I remember. Green, green, begins as far

Cold as ice, my hand on your breast- In dewy skin I found you long ago, But now shriveled as so many beetles- Join you like blankets in eternal rest. When I turn you over, in your dusty wooden music box, And your fingers stiff- I do remember. I never forget. Your current like a tempest; Flows like snowmelt over warm rocks. Smelling like all the pressed roses, Between the pages of my secrecy, And crumble when I cannot- I couldn't. What danger from quicksilver poses. I miss your singing in my old oak tree, And the amber rain, falling in sheets you slept in. And when the roots grow stronger- I remember. Green, green, begins as far