Your fingers of mesmer
Trace patterns on me,
Your words are the pavement;
Your eyes are the sea
Treading in words
That flood to the brink;
Your presence, my muse
Your essence, my ink.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
Your fingers of mesmer
Trace patterns on me,
Your words are the pavement;
Your eyes are the sea
Treading in words
That flood to the brink;
Your presence, my muse
Your essence, my ink.
(The unwavering time/When you hold my gaze/Keeps minutes, sublime -/Internal caches).
All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.
