Friday, February 14, 2014

But the Green

and the moment passed.

Was it?

Your gaze, this green, the glaring
of the eyes; and a hint
of stubbled chin.

Moving away, perhaps
I forgot, and all is right.

But then

Some stolen
glances, the unrelenting

I cannot.

I cannot deny.
Why should I?

I look away, and
everything fades but
the green.