Where the sun meets sea

A place of utmost desire 

Fleeting touches, twice 

Heavy melancholy drapes

As deep as the oboe hums


2 responses to “Unrequited”

  1. Very nice picture to complement the poem, the sun meeting the the sea, the dark colors , the 2 people and the sound of the oboe kind of reminds me of the sound of a ship blowing it’s horn drifting away from the shore

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