I am borrowing-
your smile.
Hold my hand to the end
of my pain.
Collecting the stone fruits
for a ritual. I will
skin the pink-yellow shade
for your eyes.
Like fire ants- moonlight
stings. Smothering all
the embers. Some flames won't die.
The crazy affair empties a poem.
Croci will go wild. But you
want to wear a rainbow.
Your delicate arch of eyebrows
drains the tears.
Something was strange.
Breakwaters were melting away.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
I am borrowing-
your smile.
Hold my hand to the end
of my pain.
Collecting the stone fruits
for a ritual. I will
skin the pink-yellow shade
for your eyes.
Like fire ants- moonlight
stings. Smothering all
the embers. Some flames won't die.
The crazy affair empties a poem.
Croci will go wild. But you
want to wear a rainbow.
Your delicate arch of eyebrows
drains the tears.
Something was strange.
Breakwaters were melting away.