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perhaps it is this bright light penetrating and lighting things i have not thought becoming for many years, but it
seems that the more i think of you the more it seems i can't escape the
thoughts of penetrating your soul deep down to the bottom and
separating the cord from the bones in your
spine, but as i grow weary of your
angled smile i look only
further down into your shoes so that your
smile seems so far that i
(being loving as i can) do reach down there and
pull you down to lie with me and dream that
one day our smiles should collide(and
perhaps on a day unlike this,
where we could be alone on the sand, cursing
the tide)