Wednesday, October 4

lady of ice
fire melts below your soft stare and you scare me
into loving you
what a world twirled in the palm of your mind
you wield and still will a patience greater than mine

even the stars in my dreams cannot shine light
bright enough to bathe me in the coldness of your smile
alocin, inebria the gold
what a rotten time human beings have of necessity
in perplexity of growing old

1 comment:

JOVIAN said...

brilliantly written.

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