Overstretched

Nov 29, 2011 by

Overstretched

Overstretched

I brought the bough;
within the sand it lay
and whilst the moon lit us
I wondered whether it may catch aflame…
Sand in toes,
not as soft as you may hope
yet as we spoke
I brushed them clean,
and laughed at washed up
drunk brown bottles…
My lungs breathed so deep
it was as if
they were overstretched.

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