Warm Stream

It comes at night and its warmth burns my eyes
as it falls it leaves a mark
when I no longer hear yours but my own breath.
Deep inside no one knows
what I’m feeling, this feeling
what I’m wishing, this wish,
if only it were a dream
wake up to new eyes.
At night when all is dark, I open my eyes
to nothing but a feeling,
the feel of a warm stream
coming down my eyes.

One response to “Warm Stream”

  1. Lily Rosen Avatar

    This is lovely. You should take a look at some of the work on my blog lilybunny.com let me know what you think and maybe follow if you like 🙂

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