Under a Bruised Sky
The top stair in the sun
bears the stain
of our sex-raged tantrum.
We barely made it there
in the icy moonlight
with sand to our knees,
salty water to our brows,
shins black and blue.
Under a bruised sky
pain surfaced later.
(from Lauren Hynde's Poetry Forum photo)
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