Sunday 29 May 2016

noun

What is in a name?
In a colour, a sound.

A face, a cry, a soft
Indian lullaby.
My skin
Caramel.
You, a milky dream,
float far away from me.

Can my
"exotic","exciting","different"
self be okay
For you?

I am Alien
to the glass-glaze
eyes
bleeding blue
into mine.
Mine dark deep
Soul of the East.

We can never be
Can we?

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