#330 (wolf eyes)

two and a half bottles

amber liquid, soothing gurgle

we cut the minute into

shared smiles and rolled eyes

the metro rattling along

as I recall a stroll through

spring-kissed meadows.

You turned into a fairy

dancing upside down

inside a pool of thaw.

Those wolf eyes of yours

they never haunted me

but reflected the waves

of your compassion.


For L.
© Matthias Geh, 17th Jun 2018


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