Saturday, January 28, 2006
you are beautifullestthe morning after.
your eyes are smoky, kohl
lingering in languid
latenight eyelashes
your hair tumbled carelessly past
your shoulders, their careful nighttime curls
relaxed into ripples now
methinks you are beautifullest
this way,
when there is only i
to watch you walk across a
room
and all your smiles
are only mine
to find,
my heart alive
again
Mina at 10:58 AM
