#450 (necklace of hours)

When we were dancing

along the edges, our eyes

full of starlight and the night

a distant tale, nobody could

have stopped those red lips

of yours, waterfalls of freckles

along your cheekbones. The boy

who heard too much and the girl

who listened to the wind. And yet

the daylight failed us and we

became velvet shadows, hiding

in the undergrowth of our

necklace of hours.

 

© Matthias Grupe, 22nd July 2018

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