Delirious

Poetry, portfolio

the apple of your eye
tastes sweetest in the dark
slipping between fingers
lingering lonely on your lips
a bitterness you crave
to turn windmills and grapevines
to look longingly through windows
when the rain is falling down
and run through hallways
as you spin, spin around

the apple of your eye
like an origami cat
is crisp and clean and ready to
pounce, to curl in your lap
with soft paws and soft breathing
a soft face with evil secrets
don’t fool yourself, i guess
you could try to put up a fight
but now it’s time you find the mind
is a bullet you cannot bite

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s