Monday, August 30, 2004
moonshine heavy, your eyessmile at me, your skin still
aglow with deep breaths of serenity
your flower eyes brush their lashes
softly against your cheek as you blink
and, arching feline grace,
smile a dreamful sweetness, mists
of slumber still stranded in your hair
waking up
june 04
Mina at 3:31 AM
