24 July 2013

Palm on Palm

Photography ~ Diana Matisz

we walked up that hill
palm on palm
before morning devoured the brume
the remains of the night wetting your lips
curling the ends of each strand of my hair
our breaths shivered
in air pink with the shy light of dawn just peeking
peeking over the thicket
as our clothes fell to the ground with the weight
of oak-stained rain dwindling to delicate teardrops
shed in the dark sweet hours
before everything changed
when we walked up that hill
palm on palm

1 comment:

  1. I would cut a line or two, Ma'am, but this is a delight x