Intimacy in the night,
gentle,
like butterfly to breast,
brutality
scratching its way to the surface
only later.
Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Intimacy in the night,
gentle,
like butterfly to breast,
brutality
scratching its way to the surface
only later.
Not sure who it is, but it’s pretty!