waiting in the dark
today, the smoldering sun contoured its eyelids
with some blue golden rays and smoky clouds,
while its lips have been tattooed in a dusty pink
today, an aqueduct of moods and experiences
have recognized me while I've sown questions,
(not many/not little), but enough for it, to smile
today, with the pen of silence, I drew butterflies
with my hopes in its iris and a paralyzing wheeze,
stirring effervescent chills inside a soul's pores
today, perhaps, I'll try to export my day's oddities
through a wavering kiss to one waiting in the dark
with the dusty pink lips bathed in blue golden rays