it's always an ocean
grainy and washed by the sun
seafoam floats light as your laugh
rosary beads left on the beach
while the salt rolls in from the hilltops of *****
and when i breathe in i can taste the sweet smoke
and your perfume reminds me of the desert
exhale and dance in the brine
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
it's always an ocean
grainy and washed by the sun
seafoam floats light as your laugh
rosary beads left on the beach
while the salt rolls in from the hilltops of *****
and when i breathe in i can taste the sweet smoke
and your perfume reminds me of the desert
exhale and dance in the brine