That was the summer sand got caught in his throat
Between 18-mile cycles to the beach
Dilated pupils, hands out of reach
That was the summer sand got caught in his throat
.
Between 18-mile cycles to the beach
He replayed the silences of last night’s call
Berating a heart if it dared to once again fall
Between 18-mile cycles to the beach
.
He replayed the silences of last night’s call
Four kisses hidden under an ellipsis
Their truth an eclipsis
He replayed the silences of last night’s call
.
Four kisses hidden under an ellipsis
Gentle reminders of a her that was once home
He would ditch his passport, his ticket to roam
Four kisses hidden under an ellipsis.
My first attempt at the Catena Rondo poetry form. If you want to have a go yourself click here to read an article with the rules of the form. Happy scribing! x

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