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[camberblue]

the eyes of my eyes
are for a moment free to you,
who can’t decide quite where to look.
So blushing up to your widow's peak,
you swallow hard, you say
they are grey-blue today.
I say, I think
I know what color my own eyes are.
And so you drop my gaze
to the floor to shatter.

A million pieces
bouncing
like glass, like rain,
like the soundwaves of a
swelling

Comments

[jtitteri]

your command of imagery has always been impressive, but the idea of your gaze dropping to the floor and shattering is just...very effective.

love this.

-jt-

ps its actually "timpani," though i'll admit the other way seems more poetic ;)

[sohonestly]

So, anyone want to hang out and share and talk about writing? Sometime this week? Anyone?

[jtitteri]

any night 'cept thursday.

[sohonestly]

Wednesday good for you, Mr. Titterington? 8-ish? My house? I'll talk to Ashley when I pick her up from the airport tomorrow.