Sunday 27 February 2011

femininity

hair blusters
black hair, darkest hair
out, flash, goes the wind
sister, rush, quick goes the wind

eyelids, smooth
lines on your forehead

do I say goodbye?
I can't say
a word

stay on the kerb with me
time can run away
blink
those eyelids, smooth
let me warm your cheeks

blink
those eyelids, smooth, sister

what are you?