In November Rush

Did you miss me?




I got busy drawing hands



All those hands: leaders', workers', servants'



And yours the most!



The clouds bothered on some nights, their shapes unpredictable



as your laughter and grin -



I miss your eyes



And those times you couldn't answer my favors, but just look at me



How innocent your gaze!



And your mouth pursed like a moon



And your face glowed like tequila



I adore you.     /rosevoc2 on ishallwrite