Thursday, May 2, 2013

The clothing that she wears

The clothing that she wears
without her. I have wasted
my life, I cannot bear
to bleed within her taste.

The ways that she shows
herself is a memory
too obscure to know.
I've wandered eternity

wide as the contained
crescent Moon. I find
her disclosed in my brain:
demystified, her mind
reading.

No comments:

Post a Comment