We live.

 


Air settles,

wing-like on the shadowed glow,

listening to our breaths above

the distant world.

 

As those half open-eyed hours

leave

soft indents

in the stretched out blue,

drawing it out over warm skin,

 

we are buried.

Beneath duck-down quilts, sheltering

our reckless innocence from the Earth’s

slow revolve,

 

we live.

© grace.b 2017
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Mikeverdi
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Like this a lot, hope you will post more.
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