23.2.06

tender, oh not

4 comments:

me said...

His eyes
His eyes opened
As the daylight forced itself into the room
Draped by a tangible smoke
‘I am tactile’ he said and apologised for love

His eyes
His eyes closed
he kept the weakness of the moment
and before he left he rested his head on my shoulder
-almost crying-
and has not been seen since then.

No particular reason. You just remind me of what i had felt and written.

a_live said...

:] -apla xamogelaw ligo giati einai kapws strangely amazing pou ap oles tis meres etyxe simera na afiseis auto to sxolio agnwste prosperoishere, na sai kala

me said...

Vasika apla mou fanhke oti eipes lakwnika me to 'tender, oh not' oti egw prospathisa na pw me flyareia.
Alla afou eixe amazing synepeies tote, parakalw, it's a pleasure. :-)

m.hulot said...

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