Cloud Mine

Her cloud white sclera

was pierced through by the sublime dark centre…

Telling of a loud and bright soul somewhere

beneath all that matter….

 

We talked over old ties and exchanged new lies —

the kind that become truths fostered by fears…

And when time was no more we kissed…

then we danced ’til the morning, sipping corpse revivers.

 

 

© Heath Muchena, 2013

 


One Comment on “Cloud Mine”

  1. htmm says:

    Reblogged this on On The Heath .

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