I can see your eyes
trying to hide behind glasses you surmise
no tendency to free nor fear to be
I waited as an outline
watching curtains fall to further shadow
making out a hunched figure -
shaded but clear as the note
you purposefully wrote illegibly-
Look at me!
You walked away bent and kept
your curtain nailed to your head-
and I gloriously alight instead.
May 5, 2011
May 5, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
I can see your eyes
trying to hide behind glasses you surmise
no tendency to free nor fear to be
I waited as an outline
watching curtains fall to further shadow
making out a hunched figure -
shaded but clear as the note
you purposefully wrote illegibly-
Look at me!
You walked away bent and kept
your curtain nailed to your head-
and I gloriously alight instead.
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