Taste

Taste

A Poem by Akasha

I miss the city lights,

She said.

I miss the electrical sunset

And the blazing dawn.

She drew her mouth closer.

 

I miss the grey skies,

The yellow sun

With its blurry circle

To give me hope.

Her hand rested on mine.

 

I miss my heart being buried in snow.

Cold veins, warm hands.

Tight wings, easy body.

 

I miss you sleeping next to me.

© 2009 Akasha


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Added on February 20, 2009

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Akasha
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