Blunts

it does just as the white moonlight flooding the sand of the peach shaped beach like a mirroring tide of desire. blunts like your despair in front of my eyes, which I wished comforted by my touch, by the cotton shadows over your skin. as you depart and head off in the night and leave me there wanting, standing, alone to the tune of the wind that sometimes sings warm lullabies to bereft lovers shaking with fear in the cold.