In an Instagram-DP Challenge

Origins

it was cold when we met,
or perhaps
it was the northern winds that clung
to loose threads of that blue jacket
you wore so nonchalantly.

finding me in a sea of faces
was something divined
on worn down riverbanks long ago
when living was easy, and
the price of a dance were smiles.

i still remember how my eyes fell
into valleys of your throat,
with pulse beats tapping against
the back of my brain,
rearranging
a natural order of things.

seasons have changed threefold,
language has flowed
through half suns, full moons
and days without either, as
wishes are corked in blue bottles.

i recently heard a hollywood boy
fell in love with a girl
by the shape of her neck,
then swiftly took her away
to the shore.

do you still love the water

(**Instagram taken Oct 2011, poem written shortly thereafter)
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