Tuesday, July 3, 2012

summer shards

i don't know much
about how broken glass feels
when sunlight dances on its surface

i do know
that maybe it enjoys the languid warmth
and remembers a steady touch

you feel a similar way
chewed up inside but still clear

and i must take heed
to mind the cuts for tenderness' sake
and let the light dance as we speak

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