HIDDEN.
6/14/10
Patterns of shadows,
Painted
on your face:
All
shades of beautiful
Against
the mystery you are.
Closed
eyes and lips of stitches
Far
beyond my reach.
Where
are you, in here?
Warm:
The
scent of summer
Stuck
in my lungs
Wrapped
in my hair,
Like
your fingers
In
the quiet.
Where
are you, in there?
Automatic,
Like
the race of hearts,
I
slide into vacancy
Each
night I give you up.
Watching
for little rabbits,
Counting
the silences
And
the poetry of candlelight.
Where
are you?
© BLAYKE MORROW, 2010
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