like hail on a
holiday
chase me beneath
covers
where no one knows
i melt like
snow
on tongues of
the stale,
glass eyed
and upward staring,
from the depths
of bed,
in a room with
no ceiling.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
like hail on a
holiday
chase me beneath
covers
where no one knows
i melt like
snow
on tongues of
the stale,
glass eyed
and upward staring,
from the depths
of bed,
in a room with
no ceiling.
hands in the garden 
So beautiful!
I’m glad you thought so. Thanks for reading and all the best. 🙂