poem #99

A single drop in an ocean of beauty
That is just your smile
I'd like to read your restless palm
But it might take a while

Come here and sit with me
We don't have to talk
For I know we're both exhausted
From the limitless walk

Your diamond dusted skin
shines a blinding blaze into
my gaze that I would hold
forever if you let me,
and as the wind throws back
your hair so long, it reveals
your slender neck, the neck
that I could never touch,
as well, it showed the ears
you shut to me whenever I am kind,
and I'm afraid your eyes may
do the same and, to me, you will be blind.

(17/2/15)