And a Chill on My Face
For now I sit, in butter sunlight in her singing-room, slumbering through bars of haze and comfort, thick rich colors coating my tongue- slide- I taste 'happy' and 'safety' and- I float- 'all here is gladness'. Her voice, melodic, fills the sweetly sheltered burgundy arcs of the room. She sings a... Sign in to see full entry.