21-10-2012; i

there is no such thing as

endless quivers of eyelashes
pervaded by scenes of
broken glass and
fragile glances

halted and sweltering
under climate change.

(melting as we dance
next to the sun, dying
as we breathe in the
moons glare and breaking)

countlessly breaking and
bending until lovers
are just strangers staring
at the end of forever;

time is a man made construction.