Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

June 02, 2004

The Superlative: Drawn To

         a park by the
Pacific Central
Bus Station
         in your absence
The Poignance
         of it, as I am reminded
Of You
         both when I am lonely but
Happy Especially
         so the blue sky weighs down
         and the shadows of birds are
Like Knives
         cast on my skin, grown distant
         in your absence, the colour of
An Unmarked Match-Book Cover,
My Smile Unseen.

Posted by Delire at June 2, 2004 06:31 PM
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