Thursday, September 4, 2014

Closer

As I sit by this river
I drift
Silently swiftly
Away from here
The gentle rise and fall
Your breath
The lap of water
Your laugh
The smooth reflection
Your skin
The empty seat beside me
Occupied
The soft wind upon my cheek
Your kiss
The river silently, swiftly
I drift

Closer

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