Beneath the slumber of a summer day the tell tale signs
of a serene splashed beryl sky gone rye
Bereft of love the royal sea ingraphs me and rewinds
your turquoise eyes and misbehavin' laugh;
Those stillson jaws still haunt me many nights
with navy shades of tragic/ loss ;
How can I forget you if each time I look down
I see that tattoo on my arm (two cobalt wings of inky hue)
that never fly nor leave my side.
July 11, 2018
Categories:
stillson, emotions,
Form: Free verse