Friday, September 2, 2011

To Be Unbroken

Your eyes were the bluest of things I could see,
and the salt on your body, the warmest of tastes

I felt my heart repair itself
a little
on the breaks

As the water danced around us, in the soft-lit morning sea;
Well, who ever said
that a day that is dead
could never come back to me?


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