All my emotions bottled up.

Part of my soul has sunken in.

Your voice vibrates on my skin.

Bittersweet memories circulate like a washer on full spin.

I line my feelings and pin my agonizing thoughts.

Poured all my emotions, you stole all my tokens.
So cheap.

Drying all the wounds that cut so deep.

He draws a silhouette figure on paper with ink.

He knows what she thinks.

He is fixed by her,

Like he just saw a woman for the first time.

She can just lay there and her presence shines.

He studies her body like the galaxy.

His interest won the acknowledgement test.

She won the academy.

He slips it on her desk.

And says to her  "You are art."

I remember the aroma left by the sea
when the tide ebbed out left seaweed about
and little creatures scuttled away from me,
I remember the aroma left by the sea.

and the salt and fish of the sea,
and the shallow pools among the rocks
and the deep ones and the deep green pool of your eyes
and the fish of your sea and the rock stains the green stains

the quick blue veins of the sea anemones,
I remember the aroma left by the sea,
and I remember the vision of yourself
alluring self  expensiveness of your own scent temptingly,
and your good sense in your sense of me
(remembering) this aroma of we, left behind by the sea
the saltiness and O how I do, love thee.

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