Writing with tired eyes,
Tie-dyed red.
Through wine mist he stares ahead,
Through walls and time until he finds,
A scene with Alice, in January:
Her cherry blossom nails sailing
Down shivering spine,
Petal bud lips stalk my neck--
We advance and retreat,
Drawing out the chilled honey time
Until we meet.
Her hair cascades around me,
Waterfalls of Midas-felt wheat.
Waves of revelation overtook me and
Shivers of honesty shook me,
Under her starched ivory sheet.
Critiques and comments are much appreciated
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 10:36 PM UTC
Writing with tired eyes,
Tie-dyed red.
Through wine mist he stares ahead,
Through walls and time until he finds,
A scene with Alice, in January:
Her cherry blossom nails sailing
Down shivering spine,
Petal bud lips stalk my neck--
We advance and retreat,
Drawing out the chilled honey time
Until we meet.
Her hair cascades around me,
Waterfalls of Midas-felt wheat.
Waves of revelation overtook me and
Shivers of honesty shook me,
Under her starched ivory sheet.
Critiques and comments are much appreciated
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