Monday, 24 August 2009

Looking At You

I am looking at you
Standing in the sand
I can see
The curve of your leg
The bareness of your chest
Which the sun is beating upon
You are looking towards the East
And I hope you are thinking of me
Like I am thinking of you
I wish it was me beating down on your chest
And the heat from my body you are feeling
But, I know it's not
For this is just an old photo from yesteryear
And these are just scribbled lines
From a wanton empty but longing heart.

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