Tuesday, January 03, 2012


There is a meek smile, paired with eyes
that shine like the midnight stars;
Her lips curl like flower petals
surrendering to the night;
Two arcs on her face carry
the burden of her sweetness;
And although she does not speak,
her song tames the wild beast
that had me locked, gaze and spirit,
on the black and white stripes she dons.

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