Maybe

LUNAFAUS

The cold 2 a.m water creeps to my toes,

The moon shines with intentions,

I feel your skin without touch.

I feel alive again.

A smile so contagious

The devil would 

smirk.

I stand against the shore in thought,

Irrational thoughts.

Maybe I'll feel,

Maybe I'll feel,

Alive

Again.

 

 

 

  • Author: LUNAFAUS (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 10th, 2017 21:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: I stood at the shore lines on the beach in the presence of someone beautiful, both in and out. The irrational feeling of pure happiness crept from my spine to my skull, a feeling I haven't felt since a child. For a fraction of a second everything felt in order and in place.
  • Category: Short story
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