Sepia Skin

Sepia skin

The taste of foreign summers

Long past in sunsets of

Vignetted splendor.

You stare at me with eyes

I don’t quite know,

Eyes I’ve watched for years.

They burn me from their

Golden settings.

 

And when you cry

Your tears are golden too.

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

-_- didn't show my lovely gushy review. Be assured that I gushed. Love this poem.

[Beatrice Mars]