Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Noirita,

Out of sheer whim
Once gave her a name,
Noirita,
Out of sheer whim,
Once called her by that name,
Noirita,

She was amused
And her curious eye brows hinged upward a bit,
'Why? Such a name for me? Poet?'
She had asked then,
And i remember still
Looking at the grassy velvet
Under our feet,
I had probably slid
Into another space,
Another time,
And only gave her a smile,

And God knows,
The southern west frontier of that Sky
Was all reddened,
Then,

Once gave her just a name~
Noirita.

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