eyes
call you
call you
soul.
flames dance
melting candle wax
figures silhouette in night
stunning electric in hummed delight
shadows meld the complexities of cells
bursting through windowpanes and slick blinds again
moonlight shines
subliminally crescent divine
we own the dark
soul
you call
eyes.
-b.r.rivera
11 of 30, April 2012
#30in30
This is my favorite of yours so far. It's quaint, but so delightful. You said it isn't, but it is. It's profound, because it looks at the soul. What is deeper than it?
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