Thursday, 1 April 2010

NaPoWriMo #1 - Way Out



Way out

They say he comes from California, a head of
close-cropped hair and a passion for the novae
of the Milky Way. Trapped in his own perspective
with his eyes to the stars, they say he is immovable
and compromise-free, the sparkle of desire on his skin.

Looking up from my own head glue I catch sight
of him glistening out of context, eyes down. There is a moment:
denial but no way out. They say a lot of things about us
but it just boils down to love: he loves everybody
and me. We are sky-bound on my trust that it’s enough.

4 comments:

  1. I read this a couple times and really like it! That last line is perfect!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Yeah, what Linda said!

    Nicely!!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Lovely, I'm going to enjoy reading your stuff this month Sophie.

    ReplyDelete