Thursday, February 27, 2014


For yet, the eyes speak of heart
and muscle spasms
but the tongue remains silent.

I look at you and see only fractions.
Your luminous eyes,
your long black lustrous hair,
your unencumbered smile.
I cannot focus.

Untouched your image shall remain
to memory committed.
Sprawling dream, material of phantasy
untouched your image shall remain.


Hfaistiwnas said...

:) Ανέγκιχτη..

Covenant said...

Anegixti! Ontws :)