STRANGE PHILIA

In the summer a strange philia arrives

In his velvet suit he speaks of cats, queens and highways
He's a dead child,
a majesty of wind

I see him at the end of my ego,
playing in a shade
He says that white,
white is the colour of my eyes

But only when I look at him.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the gentle tone and description in the poem. Like the poem was talking to a close friend. Lines were strong. Create wild visions and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[WarriorElectric]

Thank you for the excellent critique ;) Glad you liked it.
-Ella