Saturday, October 18, 2014

a fine-toothed comb.u

a fine-toothed comb.u

you know, I love you
but don't regret a thing
as, necessary, turn

I see you there as a stone
floating on reflection (the tension)
above the surface of a glass sea

from a distance, tossing pebbles
I mean to tap your outer shell
to crack and reveal the ancient bed of fossils

there you are, no there
there you are, no there
tap miss miss tap

I'll miss
to be
certainly
in love.

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