Inhale, holding life in the blink of an eye
Exhale, as the sun drowns your senses
It’s in these moments that sometimes
we sew together our thoughts
with threads of long forgotten memories
Pockets of time collect and scatter
like rain drops on a tin roof
We often forget
That blood feels like paint in the dark
Warm soil on our hands is like going back home
And with a kiss from a lover you can taste the sea
I love that sensory image of tasting the sea in the kiss of a lover.
Thank you for the kind words, I’ve only noticed all the comments today. Trying to reply to all
As I make copies of my poems.
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