22 February 2010

fifty-one.


gripping.

your glossy bloodshot eyes
spoke volumes to me.  painfully.

i couldn't piece together exactly
what they communicated, but i felt
that you wanted to be set free.

your glossy bloodshot eyes
spoke volumes to me.  painfully.

i couldn't articulate precisely what
they were reciting, but i understood
you desired to be emptied of the grief.

your glossy bloodshot eyes
spoke volumes to me.  painfully.

i knew this time what they were
expressing.  the love you had hidden
behind those cloudy eyes.

they drowned with liquids - spilling and spelling out l. o. v. e.