by Bobby W., 17
Blurred, crystal at the edge of an eye,
Did not cry
Shimmer of rays glance through
Look up now, Ms. Lethargic
Vintage brown shades of sunset glow
A slender gust blow
Whimsical around the cusp of your dimples;
Your ears: tranquil silence
Silence with sound
The sound of a thumping heart
Nature’s tapping of her drum
Embracing blow of the horn
Her hum, lonelier than the twilight sun
Like the tequila hue of tenderness
Un-numb
Shifting ghosts
No soul in sight
Yet warmth remain
A dying solitude;
The eternal content of
A smiling summer afternoon
Hong Kong
Bridge Ink 