away

black like a sunrise of you,
i let your hair trickle its lengths,
strand by strand,
against what little gravity my hand
had to offer.

if only this kind of forever
never ends.
but it ends ---

white as a line on a sun of you,
i let my touch wander and fade,
i concede,
to the snowfield of your thighs,
to petrichor
on the day after you
came away with the rain.


2013.nov.11