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Amelia: calhoun midnight.

by Andrew S Adams

in this pitchblack midnight,
the breeze off calhoun is
walking with me
the way around her-

the skyline
marks the only light to be seen.
No
moon,
no
streetlight,
just buildings rooted as trees
in a distance that can not be touched-

(not that i'd want to touch it, for
my fingers
are blissfully entangled inside
the hands
of the beautiful woman
who walks beside me)

The waves are crashing,
and i know
i could be washed
away at any moment.
(if not in to
the lake,
then in to
her infinite embrace.)

our eyes meet
(though maladjusted to the night)
gazing into a darkness
but believing that
when they focus,
they will be upon one another.

07/02/2005

Author's Note: i feel like this poem has a body but it doesn't have a heart (or a sufficent ending, for that matter). what do you guys think?

Posted on 07/02/2005
Copyright © 2022 Andrew S Adams

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