Nov 06, 2013 17:48
gray eyes grabbing for sunlight,
a possessive fancy,
and your voice
disjointed and
loudly echoing against
stone
love is untried and
bruised
my lips are scrubbed
from the suspense
no reflection in these pools
unmoving water,
stagnant hope
flecks of motes grabbing for my face
i have moved into the shadows
where it is cool
and love is quiet
and i am truant,
except for gray eyes, unrequited.
poetry