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Four Months
four months, yes four
a morphosis of the seasons
enough time to watch them change
but not enough to settle for one
before it passes in the cycling days
four months is all I had
to make amends with you
to make love out of dust
four months slid through my small hands
like sand
perhaps that’s all we are... sand
letting the tide kiss us, now and then
maybe we could’ve been castles
or the coverings of buried treasure
four short months, and the ocean knew
as it washed me far away
from you
it left a gift on shore
a piece, a relic
one for another man to find beneath his own
wandering feet
a morphosis of the seasons
enough time to watch them change
but not enough to settle for one
before it passes in the cycling days
four months is all I had
to make amends with you
to make love out of dust
four months slid through my small hands
like sand
perhaps that’s all we are... sand
letting the tide kiss us, now and then
maybe we could’ve been castles
or the coverings of buried treasure
four short months, and the ocean knew
as it washed me far away
from you
it left a gift on shore
a piece, a relic
one for another man to find beneath his own
wandering feet
Published 17th Jan 2020
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18th Jan 2020 3:41am
Nice, I like it. The sand and tide metaphors in the middle section are particularly evocative
19th Jan 2020 7:31am
