you glide across the floors
of my imagination with the
gait of a silverfish and
a name just as deceptive.
and i sweep you beneath
the rug or erase you
with a stamping of gilded feet
or bury you beneath heaps
of discarded memories
until your features fade
and you are nothing more
than a lost relic,
a watercolor portrait
too beautiful to keep.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
you glide across the floors
of my imagination with the
gait of a silverfish and
a name just as deceptive.
and i sweep you beneath
the rug or erase you
with a stamping of gilded feet
or bury you beneath heaps
of discarded memories
until your features fade
and you are nothing more
than a lost relic,
a watercolor portrait
too beautiful to keep.
