MUSED Literary Magazine.


Angela Penticuff

Smoke light,
purple orange,
dances on your face.
leading us in circles,
your eyes on things
beyond view.
i canít stop looking at you.
my feet tangle dancing with yours
i donít know what
answers are on our faces.
just...yours is the one
i want to see
when life gets tired
and the purple sunrise light
makes the wrinkles in your skin beautiful.