mloftin
I was intent to have you in tent by dawn, for intense purposes known only to myself and the cinders.
We lay tied over an ebbing tide, salted by ocean air, glazed in sweat.
A semblance of self, left laughing in the dusk beside long dark water. These are the shadows we live with, the ghosts that point and chuckle at our pratfalls. Sing me a new song.