That’s not right, she said <br />They’re blue and yellow... and grey <br /> <br />At that moment he knew <br />He might break through <br /> <br />Her soft porcelain face <br />Lips full but imperfect, asymmetric <br /> <br />Open, still wetted, and glistening <br />Her lobe untouched <br /> <br />Must be pierced <br />A driven, but willful act <br /> <br />An offering of red <br />Stopped with linen <br /> <br />Where the ring would hang <br />A beacon in the shadow <br /> <br />Not brighter than her eyes <br />But only on one side <br /> <br />Unknowingly she takes the heart of him <br />As she turns to look <br /> <br />Over her shoulder <br />As she did only once before <br /> <br />When long amber locks <br />Dropped from her bondage <br /> <br />Unbridled, uncaptured <br />A beauty to burst all but this single moment <br /> <br />This time bound up <br />So and forever more <br /> <br />Now a mere reflection of light <br />Caught at the corner of her lips <br /> <br />Hints of a smile she could freely give <br />But he will never know<br /><br />Tears In Rain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-white/
