Sunday, April 5, 2009

Quicksand Eyes

The ambient echo of your breath in my ears.
It intrudes upon all of my fears.
The taste of the humid Summer air.
And I can feel your eyes locked onto mine, an immobilizing stare.
Your amber eyes refuse to relent their snare.
And the street lights emit a dim orange glare.
And even if you were to go, you'll always be here.

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