let's look at the stars tonight
and not wish for the quiet sunrises
as part-time lovers
maybe as explorers
standing on the verge of an iceberg
toppling over
tip-toes - frozen and numb
and a heart sunburnt
let's look at the stars tonight
and feign that we still do love
in corrected measured cups
of insolence and indolence
let us spill and slip upon our secrets
our misadventures
tracing the bloodline from the head to the toe
yours and mine and no more
Note:
This is the first draft of the poem that I wrote with eyes half-closed with sleep. It is incredible how I wait for days on end for inspiration to strike hard on my brain and it comes into action only when i'm crawling into my bed. Oh, well.
Please do let me know what you think of it and what it made you think of and if anything does/does not make sense (it probably won't make much sense to me either, to be honest).
Thank you. :)
