Wednesday, 25 February 2015

December Parting.



   Mist on eyelashes
   Fine frost of tears
    When we kissed

 You whisper goodbye

  Black hair disordered
    Eyes deep in shade

   You tug at my sleeve
       For a moment



 Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 4th. 2014. - February 25th. 2015

 Originally two separate short poems. 
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1 comment:

  1. Malcolm26 February 2015 at 04:56

    really nice concise imagist/narrative write! Very affective.

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