Sunday, August 25, 2013

i promised my eyes
that i will love them all

like the way i cared
for the longings of
my tongue

i have given them all but bags
of burdens

sore to the mirror of my
morning

tryst to myself and to myself

what revenge shall they
give me?

ah, this blindness to what is
near to my touch
to what is pleasing
but so distant

what i touch is rough and ugly
far from what
i imagine things to be.

No comments:

Post a Comment