A.W. Books & Poetry

Soft is the bow to the lion’s touch

Pull it back, make me blush

Singing softly, a midnight thrush

Dancing in streetlights,

did you see?

Were you watching?

Were you watching,

Were you looking at me?

Salted air

Through linen skirts

Climbing bridges

To watch them burn

Look to the horizon

You’re standing beneath

Broken rungs

Heavy feet

Let me be,

Let me grieve.

For a love lost,

For a mind’s bleak,

Chase to me to the moon,

And I’ll finally sleep,

Then kiss my demons goodnight for me

-Annalise