well crafted tiles develop colour over time, as do I
some things get clearer. some don't.
By Gillian vRPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
even now, brilliant
reflecting to you
small flecks bent in sunlight
eyes thrice colour, mine
elaborate that they changed their mind
with each layered gaze, beckons peering into
moss hidden blue pools, covered in
fuzzy mental overlays
like a layered glaze
iris retract, colour refract
against a cool white base
how it bakes, peach in the sun
the skin of my face
ten minutes, I'm done
immense heat constant within me
turns the wettest clay to its eternity
beauty, quickly, after an ancient painted effort
care and skill, having crafted myself until
I'm sweet enough to bear repeating
About the Creator
Gillian vR
Bi white lady
Crafter of words since 1994
Less is more
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