Tattoo

‘the river runs that way…�?/FONT>

slowly…but not�?/FONT>

 

you laughed at what you already knew

 

running that way

i chase the past

follow the river skyward

aching to taste summer stars

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through the window

          i reach to the sky

pluck the star that is you

          cradled in my palm

starlight streams across my lips

 

stars taste like the past

          like the last drop of wine

from the overflowing glass�?/FONT>

           faded taste is subtle�?/FONT>

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reflections of light

          echoes of sighs

recreate the moment

 

…as the river wears the stars,

i wear you on my skin.

 

jlh