4-16-14

Our eyes were introduced at the pinnacle,
swirling love suspended within the palette of
an iris-
and there it stayed,
pending the brush of the infinite to scatter
those grains of color roughshod onto
a canvas made of distant stars,
long since decimated-
love smeared gingerly into the pores
of sleep, the seeds of expectation planted
firmly beneath its skin*

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