Soak your eyes in clarity
by looking into the clear pond...
When you look at your watch
you...
Birds are only the illusion of volume,
They’re sea creatures that brought the ocean...
She was crying
like I could never stop her...
A poem is the funeral pyre bright,
Of pulsations once exhumed from the deep...
Alone.
Not in a bad way...
High on your flirty lines,
I evaporate myself in sighs...
He reaches out
Voice cracking into the silence...
The truth is
it is all me...
Shades of pink and clouds mark the sky.
Come here and take my breath away...
tyres screech down the road,
i know...
skip steps to match yours,
treading slippery pathways...