Wet Sands

naught but grey skies beckoned the morn
and all the light of the cosmos shone in your face
we could have died, joy encircling us
as did the salty air and the sandy winds
which lifted your veil, without ever harming
any innocence of integrity or beauty.
simple, you unraveled your presence 
and you left me with an unraveled heart 

Reviews

[MiriamMB]

beautiful. I got the picture of a hand holding something the shape of a human heart wrapped in red silk, the silk unraveled a few inches to reveal red flesh. That sounds morbid...what I'm trying to say is that each moment in this poem was easy to visualize. I could smell the salt in the air and the hairs on my arms rose to meet the cold. Thank you for sharing this beauty.

[Marie]

Pretty...great imagery...

Did you know "raveled" and "unraveled" mean the same thing?
You chose the better word.