Sunday 19 May 2013

Neon



Bright lips, Black eyes,
Flashing neon in the darkness.
Twinkling red, like fire-flys,
Deflects the appearance of madness.

Shine through shadow,
Cut through light,
The cheeks are left. 
Obsolete.

But the piercing stare,
Mounted a-top the glare,
Leaves the softness
Indiscreet. 

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