mon FEB 5th, 17:26:33 gentle longings;

By: Grace Cavalier

cliffs run perpendicular to foaming sea

you fly overhead; twisting with low hanging mist, hidden among scattered


can freckled hills recover your nestled cheek?

I turn,

your silken hair flows in still waters; collected by the pockets

of a greener valley


what happens when we exhale the last of you?

running hot down tired necks-

begging for a darkness that will endure after the dream

while emblems fasten hurriedly around small fingers

as if I could forget, or loosen the hold


distant maybes

and desperate deaths to self

give up one flower from the avoided grave


acquire the sudden dip into tomorrow

         stomach the inevitable

                   whisper through the parting

and drop into the pasture of your closing touch