Misguided — we were inseparable, but things
as they do, always with certainty like life itself,
change. These different directions on winding roads
upwards and even edged to cliffs —these dangers
in solemn yet ostentatious affirmations: the I don't
knows paired with the I am sure's. Which?
Between the I love you's and the rarity of these
honest intentions - these naked affections with tears diluted between breaths. Surely, it was true; true as
formations upon mouth tongue cheek in ***** patterns tracing up and down skin, hands to thigh
and then some — yet now.
© A. Leigh
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
I did not see it
Towering over the horizon
Made of trembling sapphire
Nature's beauty
Carrying the force of a mountain
I had been wading in the water
Content in my own ignorance
You waded with me, not oblivious at all
You watched the waves approach
Growing larger
Making you feel so heartbreakingly small
It had found you again
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC