There is something
In his eyes
Yonder in stare,
I discover galaxies
Unexplored
In mindless ropes
A beautiful rhythm.
I long the reach
A touch of hand against
The soft dust-
Maybe then,
The planets will align
Or eclipse..
And color will bare
This poisonous heart.
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A Dove's Quandary
PoesíaA collection for when the idea of peace and love is rudely interrupted.
A Kiss
There is something
In his eyes
Yonder in stare,
I discover galaxies
Unexplored
In mindless ropes
A beautiful rhythm.
I long the reach
A touch of hand against
The soft dust-
Maybe then,
The planets will align
Or eclipse..
And color will bare
This poisonous heart.