Poem: Shoreline

I guess I throb
to own a  craft
appeased in a night
of a wafer-thin smile.
Delving by touching,
only just so far,
far enough to feel
more than the texture.
I seem to see you
okay by a soldier,
you like to talk about
all that they could be.
Dancing lines explode
within my heart.
It’s not only me who
likes when you’re pale.
Becalmed by the sea,
no one can warn you
in answer to echoes.
Surrendering in force,
after the poison of years.
Those years taken
will never return.
Time becomes rude
in a dim candid light,
making sure
to jar our vanity.

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