06-30-2015, 01:35 PM
We watched the sunset bleed above the lake.
You painted its double in the water;
your strokes somehow softer than the touch of your lips.
When you were done, your cheeks were redder than the sky;
I laughed, and followed you into the lake.
You painted its double in the water;
your strokes somehow softer than the touch of your lips.
When you were done, your cheeks were redder than the sky;
I laughed, and followed you into the lake.