by Lul Seay

Created on: January 31, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Purple orchids, rotting skin, eternal kisses for my dear sweet friend.

Take me to the beach light under the star bursts, there's a hole in the sand I wouldn't mind being buried in. I'll be wearing white at your grave site, I favor you in the reflection of symbolic light. I fear your question mark pupils were too much to tackle and now I'm searching for safety in eyes shut tight. You smell different, like damp grass and drying asphalt, and here I am dying for sweet lips to shower with me in the breeze before the rain comes back again. It would be lovely to hold your hand a bit longer before your smell changes more musty and my smell sight can't place you. In front of you with wide eyed disbelief and stained cheeks, time claiming me as it fades, the water laps at my ankles and the disappearing sand between my toes creates wild imprints of you around me. The lotion burns my arms as it settles in, sealing the color of your outline beneath my skin. There isn't much left to hold on to, you're barely here, though somehow I can picture your whispers. I'm not sure what good will be left to cling to once you've finished disappearing but I'll pray the next arm I let wrap itself snugly about me, the next anchor I find myself sewn to is worthy of your approval. The day I finally finish disappearing be assured you'll know as your smell sight will find me scattered all about you.

Learn more about this author, Lul Seay.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.