Statuesque
A poem
Thank you for reading Every Other Sunday. Here is a new poem and an illustration in black gouache.
Statuesque
We were stone drunk
in the rain
dancing slowly in time
with our pain.
I can still see
her alabaster eyes.Have you subscribed? Please do, and if you know someone who might also enjoy EOS, please share. Comments are welcomed. Please tell me what you think.

