Our rough white eyes watered down the rosed cheeks,
we follow the path like shadow's silhouette.
Awaiting twilight as if owed some debt,
I had learned his breath as synced days of week.
See night curl in with grace, mem’ry divine
Watch it filter clouds slightly singed, now blurred
He was a teacher though his speech quite slurred
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Soil rich and eyes vibrant, I gave you a kiss that sprouted wings and danced upon eyelid before it enveloped into the slits of your dogged eyes. You said to me I stare at the sunrise too long. So I am sorting clouds and buying syntax, to become a meticulous machine you would have let your lens linger upon.