Thursday, December 5, 2013

the shoreline

i am not the shoreline, as you are not
the cold wintercoat i shrug
to stay warm
i am not the border, as you are not
the hat and gloves i wave
to stay silent
i am not the fence or the harbor, the ledge
or the doorframe
the sharp cliff looming before you
like death
or life or madness, the kind of love
i only felt for you
know my heart only by its