...it is such a fabulously contradicting term despite it’s such a
strong connection to logic...i digress often not...but it’s about you...you who
probably have not yet realized that it is you.
you are probably asleep....probably in a dream as vivid as life, every
god's envy....your dream.
.....probably i am caressing your brows smooth with my thumb gliding
over it, fingers brushing your mystic silk smooth jaw line, earlobes....your
dream.
...i never look into your eye ..face up, not because i am shy. But
because there it is all real, raw junk of nerves, deep and nobody ever made out
of it.
and i am not sure if i can be with you for life to last; the kind
of end, the very old pages and scribbling on them have.
...your eyes i see have a versatile personality...from far just a
glance would say it probably black...if it was blessed to become a acquaintance
...would say it is burnt coal.
but if it was cursed to become i....probably would agree that your
beautiful eyes are a very darknavy blue with a soft touch of black at 8 in
evening...
...a very dull blue very dark in morning at 8 they glow and never
prune...your iris is like a holy trail in spring, and iris cornea horizon is
pitch dark green...
that’s about summer ......i have not seen them in rains..... and that’s
a curse because it is like ripping my heart if could probably leave.
your desperately dull peach colored nails, etching again my dorsal
intercarpal articulations probably not to end....for last but breath to come
probably.
