linniemax
Sunday, January 24, 2010
A glimpse
Moved by moody memories
White washed with light
Seen through a sliver of sea
Carried in by the breeze.
I catch a glimpse of you
A glimmer from beyond
And taste your salty kiss
The wet droop of moustache.
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