granite

tasted salt on her tongue
look past the granite she keeps
she melts, it scatters



he lingers, he moves
underneath
do you feel him clench your heart?



the whispers sweep, he calls
into the night, into the wasted space,
she slips

~

scribbled to 'The Moon' by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova.

nowhere complete, nowhere perfect.
just an instant feeling.

i'm considering tumblr.
emoposts seem to fit better there.