The color of the impossible

If there is something more natural than a bird

Smashed against a car window from inside,

I jump off a bridge

And sail through the seven clouds.

Our world is always spinning

Like a flaw spins

Around the flawless woman

Whose perfection glitters

Like a golden puppy tooth.

In those days of joyness,

Everything makes sense

And a touch from the pale skin

Of that woman's heart

Wakes up the Snoring Beauty.

"I'm not here to be awaken"
He says, clearly mistaken.

Reviews

[Iolanda Oliveira]

i've loved the way you play with words and its sounds. brilliant

[freelancejouster]

i am entirely impressed by this. you created a nonsensical framework that does just that. it works. i love every word.