Skin Deep

I caught a thought for you

It was bright

Burning on my tongue

And mind for you

It fluttered in my fist for you

Forcing fingers 

To splay lead on a page

Heavy, but oh

It was beautiful

And you

And you

It was beautiful

And vast

And we were tiny

Sitting before in splendid awe

If only

It could be

Anything more

Than a thought

Woven in 

some far-off place

Then crushed between 

Hands and fingers

And skin that say 

No right or wrong to

Drag you from your 

Trembling dream

Of fear

It isn't true

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

you have to pour a lot of life in your pen to write like this

[asdarkeyesclose]

'It was bright
Burning on my tongue'

this is so much more than skin deep, your thoughts floating like little butterflies. i loved the light touch and the flow of ideas. fantastic.

[Donald Meikle]

Like the progression and rhyme