soft lashes drifting
shut as languor over-
takes my body like
dye racing up a cotton
sheath. the sheer silence
penetrating my essence with
crochet hooks pulling me
deeper.
smallstone: sheer silence
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I like this line “dye racing up a cotton
sheath” it’s visual and adds to this poem. Well done.
Very nice.
Thanks for sharing!
“the sheer silence
penetrating my essence with
crochet hooks pulling me
deeper.”
LOVE IT!
Enjoyed this a lot.
some divine meditation lines, well done.