Bennett Tyler Rain · Oct 7, 2010
People

Eye brows lids and lashes
shadow swift synapse crashes
fierce fires flicker in eyes
while the coy of their disguise
made all the others daft
and the dark inside them laughed

The bright blue of their sashes
beckons burning bulb flashes
they still wear when alone
the rough edges of stone
but the coy of their disguise
and fires flickering in eyes
made all the others daft
and the dark inside them laughed

Copyright: Bennett Tyler
 
To comment on this poem, please log in or create a free account
Log in or register to comment