Golden evening,
sun-kissed and longing,
the light rotates around her.

It's written in his eyes
perfect, sky blue daylight,
while she curls in stark gray mornings.


It rings from his every fiber,
slides in drops from his fingers,
radiates like an aura.

{We always want what isn't ours to keep.}

1 comment:

Philosophia said...

this is simply wonderful. so very creative. not only are the words absolute perfection, the placement of the words just add so much to it.