The Slow Fade of Love
She taught me once to sing
A quiet tune, always
The contours of her body —
Indescribable but known to tongue and taste.
I suffered for music.
My ink speaks my regret.
She taught me once to sing
A quiet tune, always
The contours of her body —
Indescribable but known to tongue and taste.
I suffered for music.
My ink speaks my regret.