Monday, January 9, 2012

Feasting On Your Company

Sun appears within the blink of an eye. Eye lashes are not strong enough to bat away the source. A burst of heated laughter, stretched across sleeping pupils and scorn for the empathy silent etching, "look at me" in a bubbly cursive all throughout your hair. A fragment of sunshine, catches your brain and send you on a trip to memory lane. A memory created only seconds ago. A short while of miss is relived with the weaving of sun through buildings and people. A heat seeking mission. You're eyes, it's time. Short circuited, gourmet meal at an early hour departure. Feasting on your company.

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