Monday, August 23, 2010

fifteen hours and

Sure that settling,
that deep down dive in
to red sand beach currents
and dead crab writhing.

We sing it together
then gone so fast
like butterfly potion,
like rainbow explosion.

It's blues and guts
and pillows flying.
Reeks of old years
and absent whining.

A hand crossed over,
scratch behind my ear,
a goose bump wave
jump up both arms.

Danced out,
wail it out,
with motion constricted.

We watch the rain together
while silently departing.

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