holding you under my thumb
like a pebble on the shore
smoothed by the sea
still struggling to be free
beautiful bones turning white
your hair drifting over waves
the ocean blue
i could not swim out for you
and it was midnight at noon
the clouds hanging low and black
another day
fading as you slip away
irony holding a drink
one i don't dare try to touch
a perfect stone
sinking in the sea alone
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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