Between the rightful eyes – between the shaky lines;
Between courses of a meal in an old, echoic hall;
The greatest feasts had by the greatest beasts – the finest wines;
Between arms’ length and violation;
Between the pages of an unread book in a forgotten drawer;
Dread history lessons repeated; the tides of liberation.
Between questions – between answers;
Between the two regrets of having asked and being told;
The songs, singers – dances and dancers;
Between the vast and mysterious – between the frostbitten sheets;
Tangled fabrics tied into knots from the skins of human beings;
Between the endless, frozen depths and the bottoms of my feet.
Between the sea and sky – between the breath of you and I;
Between the crumbles of the bridges burned down along the way;
Between the long Hello and short, sweet Goodbye.

3 thoughts on “Between.

  1. marcus says:

    Howling at the Fucking Moon
    holy holy fuck
    between it all…perfection!!

    fucking “A” SkaterGirl