You are a rock in a storm-ravaged sea,
An island of dependency when all other friends have fallen
Like coins into a chasm.
...
She sees her path and knows where it will end.
Across a timeless sea,
She follows the ripples of a ghost traveller's life,
Under a sky of blanket stars.
...
She is a small part of this world,
A collection of skin and bone and muscle.
She is a pair of fierce brown eyes and a soft, silky mop
Of blonde hair,
...
Give my words just half a chance,
An open eye (or two) .
Now just you slim across my soul,
Another point of view.
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When we were friends,
You and me,
We swapped secrets like letters
Give and take,
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Heartbeat.
It takes a second of inclination,
A smile,
A reassurance louder than words.
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In the darkness I hold.
I breathe. And I wait.
In. And out.
A hum. A sound. Lips and mouth and tongue.
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The river has not flowed in minutes,
The bed is dry, harsh, white as a desert,
Clean cut lines cracking the land
Where ink once ran.
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The slick globs of paint glisten in the fading light.
Rainbow teardrops on the thin board.
Disturbed by my brush, the artist's dewdropp clings
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