Numberslike #'s one follows the other the effect of the action overflows its purpose (ostensibly coffee) a sure footed flight from dimly lit office/cavern you pass my window only in the glory of your own beauty (if as I see it) - I can only hope that it is you who possess it - and my heart bee like delineates a scattered path in a pitter patter -hiccup- pitter patter -hiccup- time that your mere sighting should not create for all the words we've shared were thick and clumsy and yet communicated nothing, or little and you remain a mystery glittering in the sunlight and I inside my tightly sealed jar haven't the time to do you justice. | |
Damon Wyle |