Mar 2013
His eyes,
lit like burning cigarettes,
smolder under an almost full moon.
Her eyes,
alive as electric wires.
surge with excitement at the view.
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.
