a scent makes me
sick with memory
the sea
surrounds me
aural bliss
amidst what's amiss
pounding keys
i'm down on
weakened knees
tones twist
intertwined
fates mix
yours a mine
I will be fine
in due time
the sound
exemplifies
tonight
will be fine
beings around me
surrounding
astounding
fall short of
feeling like
what I once knew
I see beautiful faces
I feel shared laughter
presently palpable longing
intensely do I long
I wish to converse
cultivate
swap brain waves
levitate
mimicking the water
it crashes upon
the flashes of
smiles, teeth
of pearls,
slow connection
with slow hands
to pick the brain of
the flowers pretty
enough to pick
I want to be soothed
with this ocean view
by the voice of one who
moves with the moonlight
one who wears lunar grace
softly around the wrist
regardless
I'm wrapped around
fingertips
the idea of your silhouette
towering
enveloping
your hair raining
flowing
down
a sensation
skin on skin
sand between
toes between
souls under
starlight
brighter than
flares
warning, waning
throughout the night
yet it can't come to be
because like the very
sand I sit on
my insignificance is
exemplified
and
multiplied
a million grains of
what would be
deemed desirable
men
crash, drip and slip
through your
dainty hands
i'm cast about
from fingertips
I am the very grain of sand
recycled by being
sapped through experience of
unobtainable beauty
waves crash over me
clumped together with the rest
I am of one entity
waves continue
waves will carry me away
waves however misguided
waves will carry me back home
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
a scent makes me
sick with memory
the sea
surrounds me
aural bliss
amidst what's amiss
pounding keys
i'm down on
weakened knees
tones twist
intertwined
fates mix
yours a mine
I will be fine
in due time
the sound
exemplifies
tonight
will be fine
beings around me
surrounding
astounding
fall short of
feeling like
what I once knew
I see beautiful faces
I feel shared laughter
presently palpable longing
intensely do I long
I wish to converse
cultivate
swap brain waves
levitate
mimicking the water
it crashes upon
the flashes of
smiles, teeth
of pearls,
slow connection
with slow hands
to pick the brain of
the flowers pretty
enough to pick
I want to be soothed
with this ocean view
by the voice of one who
moves with the moonlight
one who wears lunar grace
softly around the wrist
regardless
I'm wrapped around
fingertips
the idea of your silhouette
towering
enveloping
your hair raining
flowing
down
a sensation
skin on skin
sand between
toes between
souls under
starlight
brighter than
flares
warning, waning
throughout the night
yet it can't come to be
because like the very
sand I sit on
my insignificance is
exemplified
and
multiplied
a million grains of
what would be
deemed desirable
men
crash, drip and slip
through your
dainty hands
i'm cast about
from fingertips
I am the very grain of sand
recycled by being
sapped through experience of
unobtainable beauty
waves crash over me
clumped together with the rest
I am of one entity
waves continue
waves will carry me away
waves however misguided
waves will carry me back home
new levels of lonely
new layers of lovely
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