City Eyes
In this city, in whose eyes are reflected our silent, pleading demise no less, no more, beneath a portent whisper, this serial cry against sunburnt arms, indeed this sunburnt heart and face respite finally under this parasol of aloe vera shade and most tender embrace, this quieted lover before the dawn when shadows lift and so too, curses whispered in the dark this blood-red moon sits haughtily enthroned on her night sky waiting for my next move, impatient because I wait her out, out-wait her... Sign in to see full entry.