Aug 23, 2005 18:14
They stand with their arms tightly around each other.
A mixture of flesh, so rich in days.
Where the sea touches the land,
he wants to tell her the truth.
The wind eats his words.
Where the sea ends,
he holds her hand, trembling,
and kisses her on the forehead.
He carries the evening in his heart
and knows that he must wither away.
He lays her head in her lap
and asks for one last kiss.
She kissed him
where the sea ends.
Her lips, delicate and pale,
cause his eyes to tear up.
The last kiss was so long ago,
she does not remember it anymore.
The last kiss was so long ago,
she does not remember who he is.