Month: September 2012

Wet touch.

Liquid lines around the shore; Wet touch. A stranger until we’re in danger. Light dances across the water – following a plane. Seven lights blink, not in sync, broken across the bay. The smell of tobacco stains the air. Breathing-in and out-heart unmatched; rhythm. Toe tapping. Gravel scraping. A headlight shines through the musk of […]