Poetry · Writing

Light Alone

The crown of the night

is the touch of your fingers.

The shapeless faces

saw the face on an angel.

The redden ears

raised on a succulent alto.

I felt the grace of your

attention

across thee chilling cheek.

Published by SamT.Gutierrez

My name is Sam and I love art. I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames. View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez