Your eyes are made of wax, but I won't be your wick
by Ava Blu
I am forbidden
from walking through your leaves
that keep wisping around my legs
like eyelashes falling on your cheek;
I want to take your finger,
make a wish,
and wipe them away
but I fear you'd waste energy
burning at the wrong end
while believing in the justification
everyone else supplies.
11/03/2005