amoureuse

Carolina, Carolina



and now these static barriers

and these lavish words away

worlds are pulling us apart

but stubbornly we stay.



our fingers grasped, contorted

have worn down to the bone

and skin upon skin pulling tightly,

we are each others own.



but waves of silence wash upon these

pale white shores, once sand mingled together

now separated stones are moving in the dusk

and the flaxen wax melting her only leaves a husk.