Thea - rising

Pools of colour
To enhance your eyes
And shells painted
Pink perhaps, things
I won't discover.
Arguments and tears
Over choice boutiques
Where you choose a
Cleavage that flies too low.
I'll worry about curfews
Then five minutes later
You'll arrive, eyes
Shining and pining
For a boy, whose
Name you won't
Recall in aeons hours.
Those are the things
That blinking won't
Make clearer
And the pools
Are just the colours
Of me thea-rising.





Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-06-22 at 15:21

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