"The Last Look" by Nicole Turiano
He could paint with his eyes
The way they stared, the way they moved
Waters ominous wake
Orange, deep blue, blazing red
Devouring every piece
A reflection
A perfect, eluded space
The world in fragmented little mirrors, winks
And whispers
The first shout of silence
Even the colors melt and tremble
Like children
Like love
Like lovers without each other
when the distance invites a longing for death
When death invited a longing for time
For some instance remembering
How they shared the favorite color blue
Sat under the large shady Oak
Outlined the leaves on each others hands just to feel the warm fingers
Tickling
Like they would again in Fall
Backs against the solid Earth
They descend, circling, graceful
Every one a unique, careful, masterpiece
Every one, like a prism
A streak of light between the long looming branches
A kiss
Or for tonight
The last long look, he would ever give her
The way they stared, the way they moved
Waters ominous wake
Orange, deep blue, blazing red
Devouring every piece
A reflection
A perfect, eluded space
The world in fragmented little mirrors, winks
And whispers
The first shout of silence
Even the colors melt and tremble
Like children
Like love
Like lovers without each other
when the distance invites a longing for death
When death invited a longing for time
For some instance remembering
How they shared the favorite color blue
Sat under the large shady Oak
Outlined the leaves on each others hands just to feel the warm fingers
Tickling
Like they would again in Fall
Backs against the solid Earth
They descend, circling, graceful
Every one a unique, careful, masterpiece
Every one, like a prism
A streak of light between the long looming branches
A kiss
Or for tonight
The last long look, he would ever give her
Nicole Turiano
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