Friday, July 9, 2010


This light finds respite,
in the curve of a cheek sublime,
as the tendrils of wayword honey hair,
blow into blue eyes left dreaming,
always you are scheming,
for one more hour,
one more moment,
just one more story chapter.

The pinkness of a tongue,
stuck out as she contemplates,
huge concepts,
coloring can be a world,
imagination a universe ,

Something natural in her gaze,
a captured moment in minds eye,
forever locked within me.
This gaze of you in growth,
when all that was needed,
was cushioned,
in a sunshine pause.

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