A poem for bohemian_bean
TANGENTS OF GREEN
FALLING ONTO GRASS
GREEN AND WILD WITH PROMISE
YOUR HANDS ARE
TRAVELING WITHOUT MOVING
AS I LAY
STILL IN YOUR GAZE
YOUR EYES WATCHFUL
YET TENDER
AND I SUCCUMB
A BLADE OF GRASS YOU HOLD
BETWEEN YOUR FINGERS
GREEN SURROUNDING US
GREEN ENVELOPING US
NATURE COMES WITH HER BLANKET
AND WRAPS US
BUT MOST DEFINITELY
THE GREEN I PREFER
IS THE ONE
I STARE UP INTO, LOST.
[OOC: This poem is written in Viggo's style - hopefully - but remains the copyright of me and my pup. Sorry for the caps, it wasn't a case of 'When Capslock Attacks!' but rather an effort to emulate the style of Viggo's poems.]