Poetry · Writing Light Alone January 21, 2018 SamT.Gutierrez 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. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
