Thursday, 4 October 2012

Her eyes, seem to have
arms that are
impossible to see but they
seize me, hold me in place
as if I
were nothing but a
fly caught in their
dangerous, destined grasp.

And my eyes, they
somehow hear the invisible
(they cannot turn away) imagine
their delight and joy at
finding a special ode
to them
in her eyes,
their arms.


tell me, how can one hate love?

1 comment:

Shiromi * said...

You don't?