you sit on a boulder overlooking the sea
a lonely rock at high tide
and I find you still sitting at low
when the gray stone is surrounded
by its brothers and sisters and children
cross legged as you look away
from the edge of the world
tight jeans accentuating your lithe frame
your shirt just short enough
to reveal the small of your back
and pale skin matches the dim sun
shining feebly through emaciated clouds
you look like you should be smoking
the gray smoke rising up around you
to emphasize the slight chill of the day
and the growing lines on your face
as your eyes become harder
until they've been replaced by the horizon
you stare as though you could see across
to thre green hills you left so long ago
or have never seen before
and absently pick at your fingers
lips slowly become withered from the salt in the air
but I still want to know their feel
their taste
even thought you belong to someone else
someone I've never met but hate anyway
the only sound is of the waves and breeze
speaking would ruin everything

11/05/2001

Posted on 11/05/2001
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