Before you scrape
and erase their marks
when I do read
few letters stick
on your lips
How, I do flow!
in the moist layers
with conscious mind of
some other space
and within no moment
I sink in eyes...
for ages... for lives
going to die
coming to life...
.....
When i return...
coffee is served!
Ali Adamson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eyes-white-holes/
