"aperature" poems
Snell's law in life a medium
of a mind prism, as sure as ,
the wavelenths have varying temperatures:
Wide open aperature of high
the slitted view of depressions,
purpish absorbing the green, yellow
echoes, yellow absorbing the hot red rays.
If only I saw what was absorbed, the waves that came I ignored.
Blue with depressions, colder than all the feel of ultraviolets.
Or intense as the white paper absorbing the infrared rays.
I pass , like a prism, the negative refractive indexes.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
sometimes i sit on
the floor of my shower and
let the water run all over my body and
think about what it would feel like to have
your hands run all over my body
for more than just one night
and think about how it would feel if
even one of the things you said to me was true.
on that blurry night, in the soft darkness,
when the only think that was in focus was
the feeling
of your fingertips on my skin.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC