"Peroxide"
He is suddenly all the night, and the roots blacken, staggering as they go, The scratch of his face precedes me, skin spilling onto mine, I look away, In time, his eyelids close in on me like lips, kissing steadily goodnight.
1
0
D02J02M
I am a shortform and free-verse poet. I aim to capture moments, and the feeling in such moments, with images using words. I'm also, funnily enough, a photographer: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kingdavidphotography/
Comments
Sign in or sign up to comment on this poem!
Poems by style
Poems by content