i stand by the beach at twilight.
sky-painted pastel pink
and blue; fusing with the red of
the setting sun— i felt
his eyes staring at me from a distance.
the late sea breeze blew passed
me softly and
it reminds me of how his
fingers caressed the calloused flesh of
my body,
dipping along curves and
trailing down every harsh lines there is.
sea-soked feet and gentle waves
i felt his gaze shrink away,
fading like a distant memory; the sun
is so close
to kissing the horizon now.
at night,
when i gaze at this ageless sea, i
thought of the times i let him dragged me
underneath,
enclosed in
his arms and with a promise of safety.
i could no longer see the surface.
and this liquid garden
is now woven with darkness,
On this beach by the sea alone,
i hope to feel his presence.
on this beach in affliction,
i waited for him.
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Under The Late October Skies
PoetryI am looking for the kind of love that is worthy of me and my words. ☽☀☾ -You will lose yourself in nirvana on this very surface and then- i will teach you how to navigate the stars knowing that even if you lose me, you will find your way back. ...
