Saturday, 26 April 2014

1 New Poem

Cherry Red
 I have felt the sun in shades,
crossing creep from lawns shorn in
humming of summer passes, in
pitter-patter of misplaced hair strands,
perfectly-figured dress cuts.

Bathing in the milk-sewn pools of
August starlight, lipstick glint
bright as boyhood's blood, deep
as bar glass port, you dance
light as breeze-blown cotton, as humid air.

You're the kind of person I
want to share 4AM under halogen with.

You're the type to leave deep echoes
where dreams had taken up their comfort.

Leaving but the memory, but the notion.

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