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Nov 2012
I stared into her sea green eyes
and choked on the foam that raged up my throat
It tasted salty
like her kiss
It smelled fresh
like her crashing hugs
and I thought in that moment
that I had sipped too much of her gaze

When the water retreated
I inhaled
The air was sharp
dry
It stripped the moisture from my tongue
made my skin rough
cracked free

And I ran back to her
like a tide
My bare feet blistered on the
scorched bed of grains
until the torrent
swallowed me with a ferocity
that snatched my lungs
wrapping its waves along the membrane

Insides burst
Fluids escaped
My vessel floated away

The torrent carried me
and rocked me to the sound
of sweet stasis sung unto the deep
Ian Miranda
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Ian Miranda  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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