Anthony

Anthony

With broody moods of puppy brown eyes,
slow swirling with ones made of chocolate.
There is a odd deadly calm that chills me warm,
and forces me to shiver with delight.
Is it my hand you are holding? Or am I holding yours?
Is it luck? Chance? A blessing? Perhaps something more?
A green Inu Yasha, friend’s with the Hacking God.
I feel slightly inferior in your presents, and greatly dumbfound.
All I see are wooden rats and metal monkeys, who dyed themselves green this year.
Your moods are quick storms, that keep my toes turning.
How breathless I am, and yet you continued to breath life into me.
Are you dizzy? Are you still? Can you move? Are you...ill?
I feel faint, but I do not fall.
Not with my hand reached out to you.
Not with this link of our hearts.
I will catch you when you fall.
Towers and shadows will not stop me.
You are not alone green monkey.
Not with pink rat.