Saturday, November 24, 2012


ink stained hands dragging through locks
ruddy autumn hues of burnt orange
across a brow, a cheek, and capturing
freckles as you sleep
your breath smells like cardamom and sugar
and the sound of your heart beating
makes a tapping on my lattice work heart
while I relish in your dreaming
I will fall asleep in hemp and lavender
whilst you sleep in silk by me
my walls are stained with saffron
and your eyes are the color of juniper leaves
with skin like vanilla cotton on me
and my room is filled with incense and nonsense
like the shadows of our dreams
but my hands are stained in ink
from the sketching I was doing
while I watched you fall asleep

By Elizabeth Azpurua

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