Home: Poetry: Ivy McKnight: Stones
As we sit on a cliff made of weakening straw,
we look out on a turbulent sea,
and discuss fascinations of weather,
and the adventures of little people,
in the silence of solitude,
together at last.
Letting ourselves go in psychedelic skies,
we bath in the warmth of black suns,
and for the wishing of wine,
we sample the rain,
never letting ourselves notice,
eachother.
But water wont wash away evenings,
so we allow our eyes a glance,
into that of cold radiance,
as I see in your face,
when I melt like a teardrop,
and showing you nothing,
we are as two stone statues,
silent,
forever.

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