Your star
earrings
leave tiny star
like scars
that I like
to kiss
when you undress
your ears
& put your earrings
to bed in a musical
jewelry box
with a dancing
ballerina on top
your star earrings
glitter with sleep
when the box closes
& the ballerina comes
to a perfect
stand still
(balanced on one
leg)
stop
your star earrings
dream of your ears
and of wearing your life
I love
your tiny
star-like scars
so much
I could cry
when I kiss them
with eyes closed
still seeing them
I & your earrings
both
dreaming...dreaming.
This is beautiful..... my word Donall you always write 'Beautiful', that's all there is to say..... Sigh! ! ! HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What I love about this is that idea of impressions..a star impressed, to be kissed for the absence of another star...resting and dreaming in its own music box...left to dream of another day, another time of being close...