his stories
speak of
streets and staircases
his stories
smell of
spices and stains and stillness
he sings of
fields and fences and felonies
he croons of
feelings and faint nostalgia and foreverness
he is all details
inhabiting
colored pixels
he is abstract
wading through
gloops of paint
his reality
seeks asylum
in his gritty brown heart
his restlessness
soars alive
in his infinite black eyes
how could
they not
be in love
ah
the inevitable attraction of opposites
--
(in two days
he and he
would have been married for two years!
can you believe that?!)
a link to the first bold and italics
http://glistening-shadows.blogspot.com/2009/10/charmer-charmed.html
speak of
streets and staircases
his stories
smell of
spices and stains and stillness
he sings of
fields and fences and felonies
he croons of
feelings and faint nostalgia and foreverness
he is all details
inhabiting
colored pixels
he is abstract
wading through
gloops of paint
his reality
seeks asylum
in his gritty brown heart
his restlessness
soars alive
in his infinite black eyes
how could
they not
be in love
ah
the inevitable attraction of opposites
--
(in two days
he and he
would have been married for two years!
can you believe that?!)
a link to the first bold and italics
http://glistening-shadows.blogspot.com/2009/10/charmer-charmed.html
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