Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

furyless

once you rinsed puzzle from teased hair
to detect the remains of the faintest scent;
a misty city, stripteasing concrete.
dealing only in terms of tiny particles from
each whirr of the mind
your every breath laced with fantastical fibre
sucked from lung and pillowed expanse
longing to pepperdust landscape
in fume and fury,
blanketted.

inhale your own scent from these wisps
of smattered raindrops tearing on glass
but know that weather may never
hear the quake in your fingerprint
as they will.

have you READ perfume?
READ perfume

You are a find.

People - Not yet. But maybe.

Lillipilli - Eep. I hope, um, well. yes.

this poem is amazing. thanks for stopping by my afterglow blog. i linked you to my other site as well