Your tilted head
shifted your waterfall hair
to the left.
In a stream of beguiling blonde
ripples,
your chest was met with a dry splash of gold,
real gold.
Technology at your fingertips,
HTML scripts morphing
into long sentences, bouncing in grammar and not stopping
until you take another breath, another
sip from your coffee cup of bitter death- one sugar, no less.
Daunt Books bag beside your chair’s side,
the faithful mute mule carrying
your words and notes and probably an umbrella too,
it’s raining outside and I wish for you not to get wet.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
Your tilted head
shifted your waterfall hair
to the left.
In a stream of beguiling blonde
ripples,
your chest was met with a dry splash of gold,
real gold.
Technology at your fingertips,
HTML scripts morphing
into long sentences, bouncing in grammar and not stopping
until you take another breath, another
sip from your coffee cup of bitter death- one sugar, no less.
Daunt Books bag beside your chair’s side,
the faithful mute mule carrying
your words and notes and probably an umbrella too,
it’s raining outside and I wish for you not to get wet.
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