In the chrysalis, of this,
marplot moment,
Let our love be buried,
On the backs
of turtledoves.
And be the blanket for my bones.
.
For when our parabola
snaps,
And the sinews give way,
Our time will
push the tide in.
.
In the chrysalis, of this,
marplot moment,
Let our love be buried,
On the backs
of turtledoves.
And be the blanket for my bones.
.
For when our parabola
snaps,
And the sinews give way,
Our time will
push the tide in.
.