The existence of him, and I

by Saerelune   Feb 19, 2015


I see his hands, I see paper cuts
and flowers, I want to trace his hands
with my fingertips, like tiptoeing
on a foreign map, full of mysteries.

I want to take away his sand
and become a silent beach,

waiting

for the sun to set, and he,
he'd be an ocean wave,
stealing particles back from me
each day, each night,

until he's full again.

21/01/2015
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  • 9 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    This is purely beautiful. It flows so effortlessly and with such sincerity.

    "I want to take away his sand
    and become a silent beach,"

    - The depth in these two lines especially is amazing.

    The "sand" here makes me think of unnecessary stresses in his life, or words that upset and don't add meaning. You being that silent beach can show true love, without the irritation of false actions or words. That's my interpretation, but it is neat to think about.

    The ending makes me think that you are building him up, he is relying and trusting on you until he has enough strength built up, until he is "full", full of life perhaps, of love....

    Lovely write!

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