Monday, February 27, 2012

Ebb

I close my eyes
and see only
yours,
brown and deep, and
more beautiful
when they rest on
me.

I open my
lips and feel just
air,
a cool nothing
where the soft warmth
of your tongue should
be...

And so I take
my sad, weary
heart
and bury it
deep within, where
you no longer
see.

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