Ali Fahmy
Metal
I gaze at the date
on her bare neck,
as we lie on the beach
waiting to be scrap.
Her long dark hair
mingles with the night,
her sapphire eyes shine
like the ocean
under moon light,
a female projection
of my self,
a perfect landscape,
except we aren't.
Her light goes out
followed by mine,
two lightening balls
racing to the clouds,
leaving our bodies
empty on the ground.
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