Sunday, October 6, 2013

I don't remember the color of your eyes, mine are blue.

When standing 
does your gaze turn down or does it perch above horizon--neck/chin angle acute or obtuse?

On a walk 
do you watch your feet or look at houses passed--miss the surroundings or trip for yer unwatched saunter? 

Are you 
inside or out?

Are your thoughts louder than sounds of the street? 

When thinking
is your brow furrowed or lifted to crinkled forehead--eyes squint to near close or sockets open wide?

Are you 
pressing your lips or rubbing the back of yer head?

Is it 
sunset or sunrise--the moon or the sun? 

Are you
sweet on me?
Because 
I'm watching my feet 
And you're
tripping up
listening to the street
raising brow
seeing the clouds & feeling the sunrise.

I don't remember the of color your eyes, mine are blue. 



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