"Because Now There Are Two of Me"

Thomas P. Antone


The one
Reaching desperately
To touch you
Your skin
Soft as sea smoke.
Your smile
Warmer than
an April
sunrise.
Your eyes
Distant stars
Glistening
Guiding me
Closer,
Closer,
To your shore.

The other
Having been hurt
By soft skin
Betrayed by
Guiding eyes
And crashing
Hopelessly
On the rocks



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