There are fragments, shards,
emulsified drifts and stacks of paper
opalescent eyes in black/white,
smile an eclipse of the sun
Across the room, not daring to sit,
his gaze an offering of loyalty
upon an altar sacrificed,
his love ambered in silver halide
28 September 2011
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I really liked this. You are quite on point with amazing poetry lately Irish.
ReplyDeletei have no idea what this portrays but the eloquence and word choice alone demands i ponder until understanding is granted.
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