painted here are the visions of a girl being twirled around in cirlces
throwing her head back to the crowd so she could see
distorted faces
interwoven in the fiber
multicolored visions of crooked red lips and half moon glimses of tracing skin
In a splendedly coordinated dance she laughed and grinned at me
and painted the scene, later
when she recalled
It was vibrant past to past
a thought upon she reacted
so that today the sun would shine as her face
and my face would shine back at her
Like before with the music, she gets dizzy and lost into the stars that surround her
bright lights, piercing yellows and whites
mix and mingle with red and grey
and all time would cease bringing her around to me
as she revolves around this life
miracles such as these have happened
in the pockets of a man walking by
or between the spaces of a boxspring and a queen
miracles such as these
the bitter instinctive taste of her skin |
Submission Name: we all wanna change the world
