of hopeful green stuff woven
Monday, April 9, 2012
"The Clock on the Mantle"
The ticking behind my ribcage
grows intense at the sight of you;
a bomb ready to ignite
exploding into stars behind eyes
--my eyes hot milk chocolate pools
for your oceanic ones to drink in
on cold days.
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