The River Fae Poem by Paul Josef

The River Fae



Can I float on your face?
It's so pretty and serene.
Your rippling smile reaches the rim of any scene.
The reflection of stars are glossed in your eyes.
Those whirlpools always suck me in by surprise.
If you catch me staring, it means I'm on a boat.
I'm drifting in you. I'm sinking and afloat.

Thursday, June 30, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: staring
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