YRKB
10-22-2011, 05:49 AM
This rooftop sees spring -
A verdant, high spring.
Green tides this cracked grey like sea -
On the crown of our small, damp, quiet town building:
There's only just you and me.
You're hanging up your brother's white shirt -
It must be, it's double your size.
Before I was smoking, but now am alert,
to locking with your grey-green eyes.
You're luminous, you're fair -
Your curls glow, sunkissed.
You barely seem here,
Though your low hum persists.
When the line's full, and you're almost obscured -
You pick up the basket to go -
And glance at me briefly, so I am assured,
Though you'll never say it you, know.
Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown
A verdant, high spring.
Green tides this cracked grey like sea -
On the crown of our small, damp, quiet town building:
There's only just you and me.
You're hanging up your brother's white shirt -
It must be, it's double your size.
Before I was smoking, but now am alert,
to locking with your grey-green eyes.
You're luminous, you're fair -
Your curls glow, sunkissed.
You barely seem here,
Though your low hum persists.
When the line's full, and you're almost obscured -
You pick up the basket to go -
And glance at me briefly, so I am assured,
Though you'll never say it you, know.
Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown