Poems from elisenicolle
I turn up the radio
only to hear
A calm voice break through the silence
like shattered glass
as I quickly discern the man behind that...
I remember when summer days floated along
with the hot breeze
like the tune of a lazy saxophone
pouring like honey through the calendar...
Dear make-up,
thank you.
Thank you for being
a blindfold
to the hungry eyes,
a bandage
to the fresh wounds
a towel
to the naked girl,...