Monday, 16 April 2012

NaPoWriMo 16/30 Poem Long Game

Long Game

He shivers in sunshine;
gasps though
oxygen is plentiful;
he walks to work
the long way
just to past her house.

When he sees her,
the universe falls into place
like tumbler locks,
yielding its secrets and treasure;
the whole thing, from the big bang on,
was to give birth to her.

She is freshness and light,
softness and wonder,
angel whispers and silk,
but more than all that,
she does not wear it
like best jewellery.

And one day,
he will talk to her.

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