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pluie d'été Jul 2014
the whole world
was held
in a palm

and scattered
across the edge
of the ocean

it shattered
when the rain
met the sun
and the fire
died
consumed
by the love

of the clouds
pluie d'été Jul 2014
are the monochromatic colours
not
enough for you?

black and white
like the gaps
filled between your hand
and my hand

music
notes
on the paper
that blows away
with the grey
rolling off
the sea

slam the keys
the way your lips
and your gaze
slams into me

and read the lines
and the gaps
between
that represent
sweet poetry
under
the pale moon
and the daunting sky

is it the dark
or the moonlight
that makes the
sad
shadows
fall across
our open arms?
pluie d'été Jul 2014
you caught a train
that had no destination
with that one

your subconscious
winks at you

your reflection
looks at you
in despair

over and over
you can't decide

who is a yellow mistake
or a grey lesson
pluie d'été Jul 2014
you asked me
what i saw
when i held your face
in my hands

you asked me
what i saw
when i stared
up at the sky

you asked me
what i saw
when i looked
over your shoulder
to the ocean

you asked me
what i saw
when i couldn't take my eyes
off the page
of the book
open
in my lap

you asked me
what i saw
when the sunlight
stretched across
your chest
and warmed your heart

and all i could do
was kiss you
and smile

because
words
are like silence

and sometimes
they can be too much
pluie d'été Jul 2014
shut eyes
knuckles
scraped
and white

greyness
and the  mist
of a fine
rain

your cool fingers
as you
apologize
cupping
my chin

a hand
against my heart

numb
and listless
my fingers
have no
way
of identifying me

my imprint
on your soul
is only ink
dark
leaking

fading
eventually

hide you anger
share
your anger
kiss me
the way you do
when you need to forget

hold my head
under
floating rose petals

burn
me
with your
scalding words
as i pretend
to hear

my heart
screams
for me to stop

my heart
my heart

touch me again
and i will have none
pluie d'été Jul 2014
A whirlwind
Spinning
Knock me off
My fragile feet
Sweep me away
From society
I don’t read
You
My god
To be saved
pluie d'été Jul 2014
you fold my heart
in your palm
like the paper
you press
to your lips

you make the words
you whisper
into the curve of my neck
become butterflies
across my skin

and you draw
masterpieces
with your eyes

kiss me

i've seen the way
you tear
pages
when you're done
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