His eyes,
lit like burning cigarettes,
smolder under an almost full moon.
Her eyes,
alive as electric wires.
surge with excitement at the view.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
His eyes,
lit like burning cigarettes,
smolder under an almost full moon.
Her eyes,
alive as electric wires.
surge with excitement at the view.
I reworked some bits I wanted to reuse from an earlier poem today into more of a short form.
