I can see his eyes
in the spectrum
of lights-
his eyes
the color
of pain
which
draw me
nearer
and nearer
to the spectrum,
blinding colors
stab me-
piercing
the only
element
that can see
beauty
beyond
all possible
imperfections.
His Eyes
12:44:00 AM |
Classification:
Our Poetry Session
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 endeavored to criticize:
Post a Comment