Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Steel

The last of our trust
Was solacing the earth
And tired smoke was
Drying our careless hair.
Rays of throats were
Gleaming down our
Effortless spines;
Sunrise in cliff eyes.
You uncovered my darkness
And saturated our nuances.
We left our palates empty
So that this blacked rain
Could wash our tombs and
Birth our silver souls.

preferred idle eyes

started creating paperback  tears out of idle pen hands,  and look where it took us. i've encountered space between us but I've blur...