Tearing all my names I look deep into your eyes. Those hazel glasses Reflect my facial suspicion. Bearing all my shames I run my fingers through your hair. Those ripening locks Return my unsung desires. Nearing all my penultimate passions I crawl into the solitude. You smile to fall off Like an autumnal leaf.
There is, I think, a universe That’s parallel to mine. Where someone else who looks like me Lives in a different time.She looks and thinks a lot like me Her eyes are hazel green But she has witnessed many things My eyes have never seen.For one small thing is different, I’m not sure what or why,And that conspires to alter how Her life goes flashing by.Consider now the other ones Who cross her path each day. Each of them wi...
