Saturday, September 14, 2013

Eyelashes

Eyelashes

I am a weakened man

Looking at a faded picture
Of an age-old picnic shared.
Vines beyond your shoulder
Entangled.

Young blossoms to my lips.
Oh, how I kissed them
Underneath closed eyelashes.


-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2013 --

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