Alison Rosalie Poems
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Undefined eyes of some mirthless blue;
Intentions unknown and Summerless pursuit:
Imagined only through a curtain's gape,
Past city limits iced with dope and rape.
It's gun-in-hand or limerence-in-heart.
This or that, hit of smack, blood forms of art.
A direct give-away, glazing the wall -
Stumbling to sleep at the height of it all.
Dipping in darkness in time to realize:
It's you who stalks love with too many eyes.
He who tugs at blinds in solemn repair
And prays about love that should run to you.
By, through a crack, gleaming angel ...
These women who are constantly
Battling for love's each silly pride,
Are searching just a vacant ocean
For some kind of miraculous tide.
The skin they fit seems useless
For it is no match for perfection,
And the scars and the wrinkles laugh,
Demanding an incorporeal reflection.