Wallow - Throwing Snow, Py

A heart of felt

And the rhythms that tie us together

Strip to dark inky eyes

When I’m attached to you

I wallow

Drag my feet through the day

Caught holding you, holding you

Blinding shadow of his frame

Mirrored in my fold

Moonlight shuffle, I overheard

Your whispers

Send a thousand kisses

The night sky

And the texture of your hair

Send a thousand kisses

The night sky

And the texture of your hair

Starlight in memory and

The rhythm of his love

Night time fiction when

His hands tell stories