Inspired by eyeliner :)
Those dark, lucid words...
Some call it a fantasy land,
the place where unicorns sing...
I tasted rainbows under a mint green sky
on a humid afternoon in July...
Little Brannon I love you so
you may not be able to talk but you should still...
Lush green wheat and apricots, when swayed in...
goggled eyed I walked into, the electronic...
I had never played
an instrument...
The river tickles along its way
to kiss a lesser-spotted shore...
A glass of water assembles another afternoon...
a separate conglomeration of time...
She collects her thoughts
coiled, submissive to colors...
Her language has no curves
or colors...
I once found you so beautiful,
I wanted to make poetry...
Another morning with same headache
Hard to open eyes once again...