XJGigi

Such gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades. A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades. Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies, So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes. Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs, Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms. With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies, The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.