Sunday, June 13, 2010

A Glance

Of what my thoughts?
All I knew, most likely
The fate’s shoulder and my own
Rubbed one another carelessly.
That’s all.
Some moments slipped by.
A second or two; a trembling.
And in those eyes I saw a cry,
Of silent yearning.


Last night you wrote your sonnets in  Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and  I  ...