Speaking of Melancholy by Beth K HannahEmpty out your pockets
Throw out all the money
Chams and talismans
And I will exist in the air
Running through your hands
The ocean still is what
I ache for at midnight
The sunset is still where
I dance
As I daydream of your eyes.
Indebt I am to you
For letting you show me
That my angles can be curves
And my wild fires can
Become fountains of sparks.
I am even more translucent
As you let go of my hand 09/07/2003 Posted on 09/08/2003 Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah
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