Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin - ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Galaxies lost, galaxy found

assailed by boomerang of gilded hints <br />spin-off smiles, unpicked chits <br />I see with the unmistakable clarity of a blind <br />receptacle of the scum that miffs <br />the olfactory comforts of universe <br /> I see you, letting a galaxy <br />smash to ground <br />I see customary struggle <br />of your lips and teeth <br />a heavy overcast a premonition <br />of downpour and……. <br />then suddenly my smile broadcasted <br />like wheat seeds on a tilled field <br /> another galaxy rolls off <br />the treacherous route <br />along your nose <br />caught this time ….. <br />and adorned onto my toddlers hair<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/galaxies-lost-galaxy-found/