alcoholic red
those wide eyes in black branches
that silent laughter in a silent mind
it brings me closer
towards your door
and I stay behind
I feel the silence
like slow flowers in tightened skin
and still
I came through the window looking for you
I came in dreams
and in dreams I am with you
with easy smiles
with shifting eyes
to riddle you with jeweled tongues
dripping, shining in a black mirror
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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