Footprints
Your love is like the taste
Of sunwarm ocean waves
My footprints in your sand get washed away
Salt
Sweet
Sting.
The pale winter mist
Cold and damp as a vampire’s kiss
The year’s last breath
Trickled down my neck.
Shrouded in the clouded shapes
I was dreaming still awake
And you were there
With buttercups woven in your hair you were there
And I was drowning in your deep-sea stare.
Black
Lashes like lace
Long
Throwing shadows on your face
And your lips were ripe red
Red
Red
I wish you would leave my head
You’re making my eyes wet.