Broken lines,
couched in jagged curves;
a jetstream of white light,
a splash of grey shadow ~
all reflections of
my monotonous heart.
She thirsts for you,
feels parched in your absence.
Missing the fluid velvet
of your touch,
of your taste ~
reflecting,
upon the beauty of broken things.
Photo Credit: DeviantArt
Poetry: Roxanne Galpin
2 comments:
I love this poem and photo together - they describe me today.
Ellen
This is beautiful :)
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