there is something oddly alluring darling,
in the way grey smoke escapes your lips,
gently let sideways, cascading into summer swans
eagles, through the holes in my soul.
fine lines, tight lipped, half sly smile.
barely concealable how your indifference,
seductive so, melts me into quiet rage
sometimes.
some other times,
intense yearning.
inconsequential your white
tshirt unshaved shadows the tie rack
behind you the golden cube round
your neck.
inconsequential
my observations but for the fact
they are about You.
everything has Meaning.
pinky edged nightmares bloom
into roses, violets, sunshine darling, when i
wake them to thoughts of you.
my nightmares cascading away like smoke darling,
away like ashy eagles, radiant grey
swans.
.
8 comments:
wow..
stunning..
thank u :)
It has an air of Alan Seegar about it. Fragmented and sketchy with space to wander.
thank u, ive never actually read Alan Seegar, but i;m sure his is a status i wud dare not compete with. :
thank you very much for dropping by :)
Beautiful.
thank u for ur comment and for stopping by medha! :)
And the rhythm in this one is so soothing.
:) im glad, it was the intended result, which more often than not, i dont achieve..
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