Repetitive Trinity Poem by Madrason .

I catch, I sight, I view,
-it's something new-
a sparkle that's
-just changed-
been rearranged.

Your face,
the pale space
that halo's you
and hello's unto;
'how do you do? '

A woman but still
a child in the mild
sprinkles of light
frightened to go
where it chooses.

Like a deer
-not a dear-
on an ambushive
road,
unable to escape
-distrust and bruises-
virginity
which loses.

Hence this
repetitive trinity;
I catch, I sight, I view,
"Oh, girl I'd
love to kiss! "
before it's gone
lone, lost tenderness.


Madrason jan 2013