In an Instagram-DP Challenge
it was cold when we met,
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,
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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