Monday, March 2, 2015

Writing Wednesday #9

Sunglasses 

You didn't understand
Why I want so badly
To see
A total eclipse of the sun-
It means nothing
Is certain.
The sun can go
Dark, ringed
By Bailey's beads-
Jewels fit for
Artemis of the night,
Who never married
As I will not, because
You think my eclipse is
A whim.
I will not be
Blinded
As you scoffed.
I know how to
Protect my eyes
The way I could
Never protect

My heart.

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