I search your eyes for softness,
and swim in black pools, blinking into focus.
Sometimes I can see my own reflection
in the pool, safely guarded
in a picture frame of green and gold.
In winter he puts on a coat of dust,
and the nebula begins to collapse.
Something suddenly is born-
I search and find a star
inside the storm.
and swim in black pools, blinking into focus.
Sometimes I can see my own reflection
in the pool, safely guarded
in a picture frame of green and gold.
In winter he puts on a coat of dust,
and the nebula begins to collapse.
Something suddenly is born-
I search and find a star
inside the storm.
I remember reading this earlier on the other platform, but like your other pieces, I find this one so beautifully written. I think, for me, it's the way you use color words to create vivid and unexpected imagery.
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