heart drawn longing with fingertip in, this
the sandy surface upon which we once
confessed what we thought to be adoration
and now as i taste floating dust upon my
tongue i find hidden messages that fall
from my thoughts, aboard the earthy particles
land lightly aside, around the tiny round stones
sorrow was here
born from blind youth, and seemingly idle thoughts that
escalated and dropped us farther than..
we were never prepared for such intensity
trembling lips.. moist with
insecurity.
we were lost mercifully to childhood
.