Gravel

[absolutleybill]

This night, in solitude
Letting the trees have their shadows;
A flickering -
The little girls of our heart get to know
The violence of our embrace

This struggle, enraptured
Letting the flames have their breath;
A gust -
The flutes of autumn turn brittle with
The drought of our passion

This worry, embodied
Letting your fears have their taste;
A blistering -
The hatchets of our shoulders call out
The mistakes of our fashion

This winter, in love
Letting my mouth have its sadness;
A doubt -
The embers on my lips caring to sleep
The slumber of our desire