I remember when we were youngand I used to steal your kissesin the carelessness of your sleep,while through the nightour…
It’s right therethe lobe of your earhalf hiding under the forsaken messthat’s always your morning hair:it’s so close to my lips…
and love remains
the minute, a memoryof light
an intact eternity. © Nina Light
let me be as I will
thus, a rounded stonebalding and lonely and where no moss will growpoised in the cusp of lossand changing time.
She tells me her name is dove dark chocolatemermaid, and she makes me smile,she of the beams of moonlightand those perfect and…