You are all round corners.
There are no harsh edges to speak of.
You are the deepest, clearest blue sky
with no end to be found
Only continued softness
that pushes back at me like a pulse.
All of your obscure lines and contours
beg to be touched because of their rarity.
I beg to touch them.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
You are all round corners.
There are no harsh edges to speak of.
You are the deepest, clearest blue sky
with no end to be found
Only continued softness
that pushes back at me like a pulse.
All of your obscure lines and contours
beg to be touched because of their rarity.
I beg to touch them.