"opalsecence" poems
He was like the moon
One part always hidden.
veiled in darkness, hums a secret tune
Till he writes a song for me or for you.
If I was a star
He was so much bigger
And brighter
Opalsecence
Ultra-violet.
Then his undiluted honesty
Would scare you
Half
To
Death.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC