Saturday, December 03, 2005
The stars dont mean a thing
If I can't gaze upon you
like we used to
their incandescence
their illumination
giving your irises
a piercing twinkle
as if God himself
placed the stars in your eyes.
The fluorescent moon looks sallow
compared to the radiant smile
you displayed
whenever we lay together
sharing a moment
of each other's lives
The resplendent sun appears lackluster
compared to your cerise lips
slightly pursed as they await
their liason with mine.
the taste of your lipgloss
interwoven with their delicate softness
only taunts me into desiring more,
but to no avail
Without you
there is no color
no vividity
there is no Oz
there is no technicolor
just multiple shades of grey
and we never leave Kansas
Children of the Moon
11:51 PM