Little Holes in the Shade

There is so much distance
between two heartbeats,
and so many places to fall
when all you’ve got is sky
But when eyes hold hands
palms sweat their tears
And our roughness blossoms
like roses in clear stones
that skip across streams,
then glow beneath the current
And our irises are brilliant
when wide with another’s
in the blankets we call emotion,
where we color the night
and make our own memories
with a simple four letter word:

Poetry from Thought-Box by Shane Windham
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