batsose

Standing Eiffel
Your transparent,
unshakeable
Figure drawing
my gaze transfixed,
An impoverished
skin seeks the sun
your smile opens
Coy at its edge
eyes sell naivet,
but brow wrinkles
it's concern

A memory breath
Look away 'fore
Longing shreds
the remains of
my will- standing
ground of a
dedicated man