What we were tonight
29 August 2016
Tonight slipped
From my limp fingers
Grasping none
Life unfair
Chose to pair them open air
Between the spaces
In dream state
I remember touch
We lock hands
In rapture
Hair electric on arm stands
Pulsing the texture
Remember
What we were tonight
When the light
Baleful shines
All the softness undermines
Lost scent of green grass
Reading of the poem:
Nothing really ends – DEUs
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