Obsessive Night
Obsessed with my tongue,
words are bittersweet like lemonade
An unexplainable feeling comes over me;
a natural high takes over,
the way a Harlequin romance novel
draws little hearts before your eyes
On that very hour in-between the change
taking place from Winter to Spring,
a lilt of evening air builds a nest
on my face; the bodies that shine
during eve, simulate icicles
hanging off tree limbs
I stay on a little longer to catch words,
my tongue has grown to look
like a frog catching insects
I shut down the sounds except
for one quiet fluff tickling my ear;
that of a transient firefly.
My tongue has a never dying ember,
keeping me in love with my passion
By. Vanessa Ramos
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Sábado, Mayo 7, 2011 - 23:33
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