Open Poetry #41 |
floating on nostalgia |
o.le.crépuscule Junior Member
since 2007-07-29
Posts 17partout. |
"this is excellent," i thought as i watched you from the clouds. my feet were damp, no more like soaked, and i coughed. i was supposed to stay healthy here. you looked just as weary as when i left you, and you were damn tired, with your brittle mousy brown hair that framed your face like a crooked doorway, and your eyes the ones that yellowed with the same unforgiving jaundice that pains me. i don't know how you keep smiling with your aching teeth and your trembling step, but you do. i love your smile i loved my smile then ôte maintenant | tes souliers et chausse à ton pied | quelque pelotes de nués car ici désormais | est la demeure d'un ciel |
||
© Copyright 2007 Kate - All Rights Reserved |
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |