Apologies
to
you:
I know
the price
of
letting
my heart
precede my
judgment
but what gain
awaits me
if I choose
to run away
when I know
every road
I run off to
still has you
in the end
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoésieI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
