marengo57

A fluttering of chestnut lashes Teeth glint and an ignorance Of that tiny slashed scar beside your nose You tilt your head The third time in as many days That you've shared your afternoon The air is clammy at The edges of my vision A feeling of space, just beyond my reach This waterfall recalls the last And the one before A slight roaring before the drop And the precipice It's too late then I know from experience That you will flash A charming grin Tugging my raft into your rapids And our heads will collide It won't be right Too sharp and tangible to be right And I'll notice the small things Hobbled gait and A dislike of all things