by the sea
Missed
The night is tight
With heat and a starved moon
Reflects the glass, amber and broken
Beneath my feet as I struggle to the door
Each step longer than the last
Just trying to get away from an evening;
Sticky with absence.
New June Inspirations:
little things that set my heart aflutter
Her airy skirts rose like a cloud about her slender waist;
one bare, thin, soft, girlish arm, hanging listlessly, was lost in the folds of her pink tunic;
in the other she held her fan, and with rapid, short strokes fanned her burning face.
But while she looked like a butterfly clinging to a blade of grass,
and just about to open its rainbow wings for fresh flight,
her heart ached with horrible despair.
~ Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
