When you came to me
I was too tangled
in the moment
to unknot your strings
of lies. Too eager to collect
the words cascading
from your easy
grin. Perhaps you prefer
me fragile and a little
helpless, fingers hovering
along the fluted edge
of a dream. But in the morning
your eyes flickered
like candlelight, their warmth
tapering in a ribbon
of smoke.
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 2:49 PM UTC
When you came to me
I was too tangled
in the moment
to unknot your strings
of lies. Too eager to collect
the words cascading
from your easy
grin. Perhaps you prefer
me fragile and a little
helpless, fingers hovering
along the fluted edge
of a dream. But in the morning
your eyes flickered
like candlelight, their warmth
tapering in a ribbon
of smoke.
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