Springs squeak
the sound of weight
pulled toward earth’s iron core
attracted by sun’s seething mass
the slightest sigh
from this old mattress
as you shift in sleep
speaks a universe
I think I smell stars in your hair
Springs squeak
the sound of weight
pulled toward earth’s iron core
attracted by sun’s seething mass
the slightest sigh
from this old mattress
as you shift in sleep
speaks a universe
I think I smell stars in your hair
