i imagine i watch you,
walking barefoot
through the afternoon
your hem dances,
sings the rhythm of your feet,
you smile
at wonder that rushes you with small hands
you drink it in to give yourself
there is a gull-down sadness folded in your beauty
a blue tenderness in the lilt of your wrists
a lock of hair to lift from your cheek
and those brown eyes
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
i imagine i watch you,
walking barefoot
through the afternoon
your hem dances,
sings the rhythm of your feet,
you smile
at wonder that rushes you with small hands
you drink it in to give yourself
there is a gull-down sadness folded in your beauty
a blue tenderness in the lilt of your wrists
a lock of hair to lift from your cheek
and those brown eyes