Eyes that burn and linger
past the empty faces that
stare back in search of
loves long past and new loves
that seem to never pass.

Eyes that blink with shutter
grace have nothing but
mysteries long seen lamenting.
With broken hopes and tragic
tales each bears the burden
deep.

Lips that curl in sneers
with cherry wrinkles that
savor the tastes of bittersweet
lives seem only to remind
me of how she tasted.

Cheeks that flushed and blushed
with fever of blood and
blood spilt over broken hearts
beat slowly with a pulse of
tragedy.

Hair that blows against the
winds of winter snow seem
only to remind me that
in the end we are all rooted,
but free to die like each
loose strand.

08/11/2006

Posted on 08/11/2006
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