My cotton sands tower beneath my hands.
Her loose-knit sun swelters and sears my skin.
Those denim skies’ frayed clouds un-shade my eyes.
These naked waves siege and un-claim my grave.
My cotton sands tower beneath my hands.
Her loose-knit sun swelters and sears my skin.
Those denim skies’ frayed clouds un-shade my eyes.
These naked waves siege and un-claim my grave.