You came with a hard roll, samursalts
Cool because Holy Fuck,
Eyes, eyes puffy sparkled as the moon
Staring at lights
Searching...
Mastering the face of the voice that sang to him.
Wrapping a tiny hand around an all giant fore finger
A hand with a black mark on the side of the wrist.
He suckled
Skin filled with blood shots and peels
Hair full on the head and lay sleek at the fore
Lips dark and full it was all familiar
This time a combination that soon would seem to puzzle some
A puzzle solved and then unsolved at one's choosing
A question posed to annoy or to disregard
Exhaustion was clear, after so much work of pushing from us both
We needed rest
But who can rest after meeting the sun
A sun that was much anticipated because it was not known if it will be a sun at all.
A sun that shines even when it sleeps
A sun that brought too much happiness to a star, the star that always tries to keep the sun shinning.
YOU ARE READING
A Fire Within
PoezjaThe ups and downs of a simple woman who is trying to make sense of life, hapiness and pain.
