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when i hear people talk about true love,
they always describe oceans and grass,
clouds, sunshine
and rain.
sometimes i hear people talk about
pavements and traffic lights,
cigarettes and lighters,
and journeys
like you could even love someone with your mind

but hell, let me tell you this:

oceans dry up
grass gets cut
clouds float away
pavements find an end
cigarettes meet the filter
and your lighters will run out of gas

your mind?
you'll lose that in an instant
your love will be all you breathe and think for
all you live and yearn for

and the rain,
**** the rain
because the rain can stop falling
and god,
you can't
-a.p.s
this is for the love of my life, and the entirety that she has opened my eyes to, and i love her very much.
 Jun 2014 Mikayla Raye
unwritten
perhaps i make
too many metaphors
about the ocean.

but i can't help
but compare you to a wave,

for each time i've almost got you,
you recede back to whence you came,

into the tide.

(a.m.)
late night thoughts...
i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

— The End —