A tear washed away in rain
Mote of dust seductively swirling
Line drawn between pleasure and pain
Day transforming into night
A line drawn in the sand
A funky bar built of ice
You keep slipping through my hands
Like waves upon the ocean
I see you here, feel you there
You ebb and flow, stop and go
Then you completely disappear
You become more eternally feminine
Vanishing for longer each day
Yet somehow it perturbs me not
That you may eventually fade away
© shaun patrick green 2014
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