at least its something

let me soak up
my fantasies of you,
like a touch of sun
on a winter day.
It brings light,
and the promise of warmth,
but it's cold comfort

voice

when he spoke his words were the colour of butterfly wings

the aftermath

let me soak up
my fantasies of you
like a touch of sun
on a winters day
it brings light
and the promise of warmth
but it's cold comfort