His hands held hers like a crescent
moon held the broken waves
the small shine of a distant
star
the abyss of an empty promise
and the high tide in her eyes
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge