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Tuesday, February 28, 2012


strings of volume cannot increase the
curiosity of this song
his memory:
hidden in dry adventures
his reflections:
guided by illegitimate contributions

a fire withstands the
horizon between water and sky
delicate hands flounder the deck;
foolishness is her ship and
she was happy to climb aboard

bare skin shines moonlight as
his lies claimed their space in
her empty pockets

underneath the murkiness of
uncertainty, bubbles enclosed with
last breaths dance around her
misguided skull

she crystallized the moment in a
dark and deserted shallow as the
laughter above gives way to the
power of the stones

©Andrea Laws (Author) March 5th, 2014