#55
Remember,
those perfect words
and how they
reminded
you of the infinite
in her eyes.
#56
you can only retrace your steps
or embrace short moments,
when you can’t lock the courage
to speak truly.
i was afraid i was only lusting
and you’d see right through me,
costumed, confused, possibly impure,
ever-so, thine eyes haunt me,
no name to place, on such a tapestry
of words and what they may feel to me,
oh those eyes, oh those eyes,
beyond colour, beyond design,
what could have been,
had my heart been leading.
#57
the wind tells of China,
i hear the whispers from Laos.
burning incense,
i yearn for the cold tile of
the temple floors,
and a few hours of peace.
#58
Sitting in the cemetery
reading someone else’s thoughts
on poetry. i like to wonder
about art, i’d given myself
a chance, a crack.
i’m reading about other lives,
recounting times i’ve compromised
i wonder if the path i walk,
beside boiled candles, and fabric flowers,
was the wisest.
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-Mr. Write