Wordwhoring The Vigil Posted by mentalexotica on March 21, 2006September 7, 2022 Arm under head, deep into the dusk I lay still in bed and saw you smile. Your lips a gentle moonbeam scarf, sail across the ceiling in haunting stillness. There. Then gone. Share:EmailPrintTweetShare on TumblrMorePocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related