Sunday, October 19, 2014

pupils in your eyes

Your fingers could rest in the concave of my palms
Your fast stepping dance
And your arrow-darting glance,
I ask to know if dreams are pupils in your eyes?

Undressing thoughts with your gaze,
When you bear flowers from your lips
When my fingers tap dance on the vase of your hips
I ask to know if dreams are pupils in your eyes?


(c)KW 19Oct2014 [edit - 18Dec2014]

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