Friday, August 16, 2013

delicate things

took an interest in the delicate things
little flowers, ivy curling
ring around your soft, long finger
lost in bright eagle eyes

i know i am being watched

untying little knots, i am
your own keen sailor
the rope of your hair tethered
to fond memories
i brush

curtains from your eyes
veiling your shy witness
illuminated, i find

myself in you.