All You Need Is Love & Mojitos

I took a photograph of you 
as you were turning round;
catching half your body solidly,
the other, blurred like sound.

Your ghostly arms were ashen grey,
their shape lost to the light;
a faded fey obscurity,
all mixed up with the night.

Author: ataraxicat

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