Tropical sun melting into pastel-painted summer sky;
Shifting sunlight kissing porcelain of her tangerine skin,
Peach and honey in the air,
deep steel green leaves of apricot tree shimmering with the heat haze.
The pale of my hand reaching out for hers,
but quite never touching.
There was a timeless oil painting or Polaroid worn-away-at-the-edges kind of beauty in that dream.
And like a dream she was gone lining my dusk with that fading laughter.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry| & like a dream you were gone lining my dusk with your fading laughter