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.

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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