the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Swimming in the Theme (Part 3)

I count the pills beside the filtered tap
And look through it like a kaleidoscope
To find something peripheral and pristine,
Shining through the slanted glass.
Slipped out of static insecurity,
Only wrapped in black laces and pearls,
There is none, but the bruise of curiosity.
Your love is a trinket, adorning my nightstand.
You live on as a moment, the swing in my head.

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