Apparently I've been writing sad poems lately, which I didn't notice but can buy. In an attempt to write something happier, I wandered around flickr and found some gorgeous shots, which inspired this.
I'm not fully sure about this title. If you've got any suggestions -- anything that pops into your head while you're reading this -- please do share them.
She swims in
and out of transient dreams
that blend together, hazy roses
in my subconscious. Last
night, she drank brushed water, sipping blue from
the sea. Heartbeats later she passed me
on the other side of translucent curtains,
both of us moving in opposite
directions and ignoring each other:
silent silhouettes shifting. At three a.m.
she's standing in an empty field with a
beige sky, black dress
around her heels.