She whispers his name
to the night
and her voice trickles down
to him.
Across the moon
a skin
crumbles patch by patch
as they watch.
Water, water.
Who knows when
these two will blend
again?
*
Rachel McAlpine
She whispers his name
to the night
and her voice trickles down
to him.
Across the moon
a skin
crumbles patch by patch
as they watch.
Water, water.
Who knows when
these two will blend
again?
*
Rachel McAlpine
Poems in the wild—Rachel McAlpine 