AMERADUR
(a lover chosen for love, not blood)
07.05.30

Always looking to make peace
Or just
Keep as much of it as she can

A still winters night
When the world waits
Holding its breath

Like a orchard
Filling a vineyard
With a little genius
Shattering into water

I chuckle at the thought
Secondhand Baptist Church
You question your state of grace
While it pours
Like vast wells
From your mouths

It's beautiful, love.


(And not just 'cause I'm biased, I swear.)