The dusty light filtering through the thin
orange and red scarves covering the window
draws a hazy, tinted mirage on the tiled floor
that the cat can't help but curl under,
his fur heated and shimmering, although
I overlook all of this as my hopeless mind is
drawn to the shadowed spot in my perip-
hery where you kissed me yesterday.
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 8:36 AM UTC
The dusty light filtering through the thin
orange and red scarves covering the window
draws a hazy, tinted mirage on the tiled floor
that the cat can't help but curl under,
his fur heated and shimmering, although
I overlook all of this as my hopeless mind is
drawn to the shadowed spot in my perip-
hery where you kissed me yesterday.
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