Sunday, July 20, 2014

Point of the Sea I

Your smile is near me but you are not.
Your hands are far away but I feel your caress.
What was it we had, could we have it again?

You look not toward the Atlantic,
The voyages sought for are at too great a price.
No amount of months before hand,

No higher rates of savings will make up
The dividends you’re invested in another.
While I see your teeth through gladdened lips

And imagine fingers on areas shaved
I try to avert my eyes from yonder ocean because
My love knows no price too great to say no.

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