Couplets

it was orange in between the sky
and line of rooftop silhouettes.

I try to capture time again
on angles made of paper, made of space.

the heart was singularity
unfurled by velvet kiss;

now we dance across the table, eyes
in stares of constellations.

it was blue the day we said goodbye--
the skyline rectified itself and time passed into space again.

JM Gant

A New Jersey born poet, author, and editor. Arch Linux enthusiast, and self-confessed data-hoarder.

  • USA - New Jersey