Tag: poet

when the spotless sky
drips moonshine
in the shadows
of the crooked moon,
serenading
something inside,
luring into the light
bargained from the sun,
robbing through
the treasure
what dreams are
made of,
forcing to spill
the seeds on
the canvas,
for the gloom
to curse,
for the soul
to seep,
for the world
to clap,
for the eyes
to abhor.

Stay,
like the froth on your upper lips
between the sips of hot chocolate.

Stay,
like the lazy outline of your body
on the messed up sheet on my bed.

Stay,
like the smell of your perfume
on my loose Calvin & Hobbes t-shirt.

Stay,
like the few rogue strands from your bun
that always fall on your nose.

Stay,
like the rasp in your morning voice
on the verge of grunted whispers.

Stay,
like the hazel in your eyes
keeping off melting between the blinks.

Stay,
like the smile that rests on your cheeks
while your soul dances in the rain.

Stay,
just for a while
before you disappear again.