Thursday, March 3, 2011

his eyes reflected
the ocean & all my
past memories faded.

he stared at me with
his eyes filled with
an absent sadness.

straight laced.
navy blue.

pressed my hand into his
chest of hair resembling
a field of dry marsh
grasses in december.

a brisk day of sunshine
& below average temperatures.

dry cracked skin
his hand caressed my

skin & bones resembling
rolling hills of
golden wheat.

a summer day that
has yet to be experienced
or appreciated.

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