Aug 31, 2010


Yellow hues of tenderness color me soft
Wishing the skies would lighten its shades.
Sultry. Warm. Those that paint me.
Eyes, swirling, a molten chocolate
lips, a steady, dripping, red. 
Gazing lazily at the sweeping movements. 
winding fingers around gestures like it mattered
twisting knotted hair.
Nothingness, is peaceful. 

1 comment:

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

So true, nothingness is blissful.