page-break in a love letter

Written in April 2015.

And I’ll be hiding
My subtle smiles
Between shade and semi-darkness,

Hand my heart out
By street corners
To footsteps that double-take,

Paint the ceiling
With blue feelings
That tied ego to frustration,

Paper airplanes
Made of sighs
And watch them sail across the lake;

Wear chain anklets
Like a trophy
In a world so topsy-turvy,

Tingling fingertips
Trace eyebrows
Of fear: wild and gay,

Paint my shoulders
And eyelashes:
They’ll never see right through me,

And when you’re lost
And I’m forgotten,
Maybe, look…look away…

T. E. Pyrus


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