This poem is another from ‘Elemental,’ my series in progress on love, sex and relationships. I would really love feedback on this one. It feels… incomplete, but it also feels like I’ve gotten it as far as I can without a little help. Any thoughts on ways to improve this one? I hope I’m only being a bit hard on myself, as I feel like that poetic spark I’ve been riding high so long has dwindled. I know it’ll be back, but it always makes me nervous when it disappears. After dealing with such cognitive impairment for years, I no longer take anything for granted.
Your searing light too bright to last and I the moon; cold illusion in the dark. Or a sliver of shell cresting the sand. I never knew why you dug me out, rough as I was against your hand. Like all broken things, I couldn’t help but disappoint. While night may dance in step with day, separate they must always remain.
by Michelle Beltano Curtis
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