Friday, December 10, 2010

Ethereal

As I walked past you, I grazed my fingertips to your cheeks
Just to feel the cold.
I felt your gaze upon my back
Like a dance in the moonlight,
I barely moved.
I sat across the ocean from you
upon the sharpest rock
that could cut and bruise with ease.
Your eyes flickered
as you took your last breath of ocean air
and you sunk.


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