"Small Hands" 3/12/15
Your hands alone are insignificant
Nothing unique to behold
Losing the dead past, piece by piece,
While I become lost in you.
"Shoulders" 3/9/15
I take rest, I lie my head against
The back of the one so silent
These unassuming narrow shoulders,
Too far away to touch, to understand
"Smile" 3/11/15
How warm it is, the rising moon,
Like your long unseen smile
Growing distant, in the dark, uncertain skies.
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