That kiss did not last long enough​

​Every day, I play with
the light of the sky.
​The lust, the lack of trust
​and the turning tatters
​of my life.

How sad the sea must
have felt, ​when we departed.
​Like an octopus, tentacles sliced.
Still longing for those rustic
baskets of kisses.

​Yet, as the sun rises
you are still here.
​In the wind that whirls
​the dark leaves.
​And in my rice bowl,
​laced with your heart’s bones.

​So, I send you my words,
​teasing you, touching you.
And will tell the octopus,
that everything lost
will be recovered,
soon enough.

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