greenstorm (
greenstorm) wrote2010-06-15 01:31 pm
Greatpoets
Design
by CP Surendran
First thing in the morning
I think of you.
Your eyes, for instance.
The face though
Is forever forming,
Like patterned panels
Of a window blind,
Breaking
At the least breeze.
A thought
Shifting shape
With each ragged breath.