With each kiss in the cold housewe swallow clouds of breath exhaled spirit, speech bubbles wed rather lick away than fill with words. We run naked from room to room,eeping the walls warm. Our bodies blur through the halls o your house, its winter circulation.
About This Quote
About Jalina Mhyana, The Wishing Bones
Jalina Mhyana, The Wishing Bones.
Themes
- Poetry — The art of language, rhythm, and emotional expression