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Gabriela Latip Sep 2016
the ocean has eyes,
aqua
foam
lust

taste
dances on my lips,
clings on to my body
in the midst of your wisdom
your grace
crashes into the shores as
unrequited love created ripples,
then tides;
                              high


low
                high

                                          ­low
overlaps unto skin
seeps through
till I submerge
in your radiance
but in every particle in the air,
your remnants finds me
between the folds of my neck
tangled in strands of hair
in every corner of my temple
on the floor
under bedsheets

i scrub and wash, scrub then wash
but you stick to me
particulates of salt
rubbing ; grain against grain
an ocean is an ocean is an ocean
but it has eyes that lie.

— The End —