Thursday, July 2, 2015

Perseids.


Perseids
by james bezerra

We laid in the desert -
this was some time after you had decided that you didn’t like me anymore,
but we laid there in the desert just the same -
trying to spot comets
in the field of stars.
Sparks against fire
or the smell of just one flower in the spring.
Your fingers touched my fingers,
distantly.
We just laid there in the desert
because all the damage had already been done.

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