we moved between crossed fates,
your feather-light feet
trespassing into my distant black hole world
you sang your song of the sea
to the dark heart in me made for
sinking
and left the dreamer in me exposed
I don’t regret it though, dear poet
you were the last sip of freedom in a dying glass,
and I was thirsty to explore
– ashley jane
I love the last two lines for the image they conjure!
Thank you!