It's mine.
Observe
The way it careens light --
Taking, then
Jettisoning it --
Slickfastwhirrs stammer about its orbit.
And I
Try to capture it; it being, of course,
The thing illuminating
The space between eyes flitting,
Flipping through entire books of you
with one look --
And with a flick of the wrist
I produce
A pixel of muscle
over might
If I may.
It's silly, really
I know.
But it's mine, all mine.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
It's mine.
Observe
The way it careens light --
Taking, then
Jettisoning it --
Slickfastwhirrs stammer about its orbit.
And I
Try to capture it; it being, of course,
The thing illuminating
The space between eyes flitting,
Flipping through entire books of you
with one look --
And with a flick of the wrist
I produce
A pixel of muscle
over might
If I may.
It's silly, really
I know.
But it's mine, all mine.
