ColorblindA Poem by Ruby Isabel Sandoval
Nights of teetering on the edge
And watching wine stain Through the sheets with more vigor Than our stale eyes could Express. Her collarbones catching Mutilated moonlight let in by The broken slats in the motel Blinds. Then I ask her “What Color are your eyes?” She turns away, exposing The expanse of freckled cream On her back where the fat slivers Of moonlight make a cross with Her spine, as still, as permanent as Our broken promises. © 2011 Ruby Isabel Sandoval |
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Added on August 7, 2011 Last Updated on August 7, 2011 AuthorRuby Isabel SandovalBrookfield, ILAboutI'm an aspiring poet and librarian. I love writing and painting. more..Writing
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