by mnemosyne   Mar 9, 2016


we slept in the dusty corners of ourselves
draped with honey-thick intention
drawing crooked lines with shaking limbs
across pixelated shorelines


we buried moments in the soil of our skins
wishing instead to know each other's
while distance pursed its lips
and spoke of days to come


we sat inside a swell
and watched ourselves

2015 RRL*


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  • 4 years ago

    by Em

    Pure beauty

  • 4 years ago

    by Brenda

    Just beautiful, thank-you!

  • 4 years ago

    by Poetess

    Blah! I hate when I can't find the right words and leave a decent comment on stuff. You always do this to me!

    Also, thank you for coming back and posting a few. Always a pleasure :)

    • 4 years ago

      by mnemosyne

      Thank you for still coming by to read, old friend! Truly, truly.