| "I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life." - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby |

August 26thshe sat cross-legged,August 26th by ~ClearSound
absorbed in august clouds,
in pseudo resistance to the push of the current,
edging closer and closer to the familiar shore.

slip-The memories of her come in portraits:slip- by ~ClearSound
heavily scented with her cigarette scent,
dusty autumn coats on the faded ink.
--
"He dreamt of a woman who moved like the sea,
perpetually flooding the alcove of his mind,
bearing eyes as blue, with hints of green,
like water in cupped hands,
slippery-
slip-
slipping through thin fingers to pour
past the shoreline,
falling deeply in love with the ocean tide."
--
The memories of her come in poems:
brief as her kisses and
lonesome as the night.

Like petals and leavesWhen she thinks of him, she thinks of tree branches:Like petals and leaves by ~ClearSound
spindly fingers spread out, stretching
in angles wide for handfuls of sky.
And she thinks of him.
She thinks of him digging his toes
into soft, damp sand,
wading in shallow depths before
being carried by crescents of the sea.
She thinks of him in a blur of curls, in the
warmth on her waist and the coolness on her lips,
pressing the memories and the maybes
like petals and leaves
to paper.
And she thinks of him.
| "I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life." - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby |