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so what if we spent just one afternoon

scooping grains of unseen stars into the life of our hands

watching as the universe drips between our fingers,

we would stare at one another and breathe

together,

at once, as still, as beautiful as what remained.

 

so what if we spent just one evening

gathering the last of the sunlight,

we knew we could do it all again

as we knew we’d done it many times before

 

so what if we spend a night apart,

we are everything, sit beside me

hold my beauty, as I cradle yours

blow the dust of light from our hands,

simply breathe.

 

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Martin Elder

Sun 29th Apr 2018 15:11

I love that line.
'Gathering the last of the sunlight' most of all. good poem
Nice one

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