When day changed to sherbert
the taste of mango slipped across my tongue
and I caught stray licks
like wet snowflakes in the summer breeze.
For a moment
no hand could touch me with that
same love;
none have since.
My hobby of sunsets and sun
rise for 15 minutes of fame--
for staring in wonder, then
fading away.
skelly*14
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
When day changed to sherbert
the taste of mango slipped across my tongue
and I caught stray licks
like wet snowflakes in the summer breeze.
For a moment
no hand could touch me with that
same love;
none have since.
My hobby of sunsets and sun
rise for 15 minutes of fame--
for staring in wonder, then
fading away.
skelly*14
