The curved black inside
my head bends my
mind
until I kiss the constellation
of time.
Vivid lies paint the canvas
your sunflower eyes
brush over,
two rekindled flames dance
from the fire.
- Author: CW x ( Offline)
- Published: July 7th, 2016 14:51
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
Comments1
WELCOME CW ~ Thanks for an intriguing first poem. Time and lies are always linked. Lies lose their force with time but are oft rekindled. Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN.
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