Monday, January 28, 2013

heavy faces

lips are fountains
from which the water hearts pour
can be delivered to the parched

eyes are as much
the window to your soul
as they are the mirror to mine

hands that move through smoke and echo
weave patterns with vapour 
are more delicate than glass sheets

i wrote my name in the water
where it floated longer
than anyone i had written myself on

i long to hide 
this face and all the secrets kept
within it's heavy doors

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