Poems from N.E. Body
Chill dusk.
Fingers shiver
on cold piano keys.
Seaglass is just a wish
Worn by capricious Waves and then
tossed carelessly on the sand, where
we find it.
Or do we?
Stared in the Mirror.
Brown hair.
Brown eyes.
Small lips.
Stepped closer.
Brown hair that tumbles.
Brown eyes that are flecked with...