Lillias, Amber, Nicole, and Porcelain on the San Juans
Added 2018-04-22 22:59:59 +0000 UTC"I feel like a leaf that has turned to lace
withered on the branch to wait for winters coming
but I don't live with any sort certainty
for what will come
Once and a while time stands still
Not for me
But still, I watch it happen
Shaky legs on the edge of cliffs while you climb
And I hope that the red desert doesn't open up
to swallow you both
Just take me
I can tell now in the way my hips grind like old trees in the coming storm
I'm not forever anymore
Maybe I am not even that much longer
We had our moments though
I saw you in the light even as I fell away from it
These things happen love
Some nights we will stand above low tide
see the dances the sun has left us in the rocks we throw.
count the stars in the waves til we too are endless.
Are we just making ghosts in the daylight
So we can haunt the night?
I hope in the end we rest somewhere above the oceans swells
So that we can write what we were in the sweet salts"
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