POETRY and PREJUDICE

to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

вторник, 26 юни 2012 г.

Deep green eyes...

"Deep green eyes in the morning light" -
I keep telling myself this until I remember:
"secret gentle touch in the warm sheets" -
and they were never just another oasis to me,
and then -
"sweet tenderness below the thin cold moon" -
the silence when needed, the voice when longed for.

But none of this could ever replace
the sound of footsteps down the stairs,
how you never looked back the same way -
and how deeply, silently, completely I fell for you then.

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