I only
dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets,
of honeybees above you
murmuring into a crown.
Mary Szybist, from “Hail,” Incarnadine: Poems
(via lifeinpoetry)
(Source: lifeinpoetry, via lifeinpoetry)
I only
dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets,
of honeybees above you
murmuring into a crown.
Mary Szybist, from “Hail,” Incarnadine: Poems
(via lifeinpoetry)
(Source: lifeinpoetry, via lifeinpoetry)
