puellarina's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- two eyes Your two eyes are warm leather that's cracked comfortably and the amber feathers that the hawk tries to hide. Your two eyes dangle in a breeze of golden flecks, sharp and hot and wet. They light on me with sudden warmth. They fill me with sudden hope. They worry me still, with their rightness. Even as your small mouth is talking about the sacred geometry of chance, the sun is gathering his shimmering hands at your shoulders and nodding to me slowly. Behind you. 9:39 p.m. - 2004-07-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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