Sometimes, I write poems.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Through a sliver of eyelid I felt you shiver.
Not from wind or cold -- it was fear I saw.
Waves in your eyes, mist at my back.
Rocks and fish below, arms the horizon.
you pleaded as I blinded myself
abandoning my birth to your friendship.
My birth, life, and death, at a promontory.
An uncaring sea slapping in approval
of your decision to hug me closer to you.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2010 --
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