Skipping Stones

Golden eyes watching, flitting

back and forth

between breaths and beats

waiting for a change

a halt, or skip like a

hiccup or a stone across water,

pausing mid-air before falling

downward and breaking space to connect

instead of slowly sinking under.

Waiting for a sigh, some sign of life

beneath, to dream again,

to change and feel like love again, waiting

to skip a stone and connect

instead of slowly sinking under.





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