the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Consume

Each and every uncovered, speckled swatch
That splayed across my glassy eyes
In a coat of fresh Krylon,
Dripping in mischief as I delinquently pored
Over the rivers running by your fragile smile:
Sincere, delicate, and ignorantly misread.
In silent overstep of your insisted context,
This withered well was filled with stale light
Shared by what tethered love is momentum in time.