Thursday, February 14, 2013

A Post-Modest Love Poem


Once upon a time, I was in love.
Now I'm here to slumber on love's memory
and conjure up new melodies to make my heart swoon.


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Your eyes alone capture me amongst the minutes
Poppy seed eyes in a golden field
laid delicately between the fires
my light and recollection
our throes and intentions to make us happen.
Happy fingers and lazier eyes.
You're mine.

for mk

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