Friday 23 July 2010

Unfinished

We speak of beaches and wind strewn places where you roamed, once
Promise me you'll show me where you first fell in love
Deep rooted, coerced, yet treasured. My mind floods
Me: hair matted, thrown across freckled shoulders
You: calm as ever, lips salted from steady seas
Contrived, two innocent souls...
Softly, the sunlight echoing gently over pale blue horizons