deepundergroundpoetry.com

Bowing the strings.

At last, night fall.

A heavy breeze thickens.
Bodies like waves,
we rise and fall.
Tangled in sheets,
our own curtain call.

A small flame flickers,
in the corner casting shadows.
Of two lovers mending,
showing the curve of their backbones.

A submissive darkness,
touched only by heat.
A desperate affection
of bowing the strings.



Written by IntoTheRain
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 14 reading list entries 1
comments 9 reads 1075
Commenting Preference: 
The author is looking for friendly feedback.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 10:22am by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:39am by summultima
COMPETITIONS
Today 8:11am by case28
COMPETITIONS
Today 8:09am by case28
SPEAKEASY
Today 5:23am by cabcool
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:53am by cabcool