Your liquid mercury eyes,
drawn to the sight of a hiccuping heart
half-exposed through a ragged chest,
brought me close and held me there.
Despite that proximity,
in the end not even my own heart
was cold enough to solidify those
mercurial eyes of yours,
and you slid right between my fingers
forever, leaving only a diseased heart
and renewed dispassion.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
Your liquid mercury eyes,
drawn to the sight of a hiccuping heart
half-exposed through a ragged chest,
brought me close and held me there.
Despite that proximity,
in the end not even my own heart
was cold enough to solidify those
mercurial eyes of yours,
and you slid right between my fingers
forever, leaving only a diseased heart
and renewed dispassion.
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