5.15.2010

not the blood
per se
but that certain glint
within the side
her blue eye flashes
 one single flake of snow
 storing outlines'
 sustainable melting
 structures between
our wandering eyes.

2 comments:

viktori said...

What awareness these lines pertain Paul this is the beginning of poetry catching the essense of the minimal "not the blood ..."

palle said...

thank you for your
you would
comment on this one
while
she is so beautiful. . .