Together we will walk along the beach for the first time in a world suddenly devoid of all others. Nervously our minds race for conversation as though the air between us requires the frequency of voices as it requires and draws into it the waters of the sea in tiny jewels of precipitation.
Our destination will be lost like an individual leaf in a pile as moments of past, present and future stack upon each other in comfortable meaninglessness. All that remains is the slow pulling need to release our very essence into the air between us and mingle with one another, forming clouds of who we are to drift away and rain down on the sea from where we came.
your poetry is seductive and deep, and must be uncomfortable for someone who has learned not to trust.
ReplyDeletethank you for your comment. Yes i imagine it is uncomfortable.
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