Apr 2021
The wind blew up her dress.
Those lips sang to me from
shore like sirens of Ulysses.
I was tangled in the sight
caught in a net of memory.
I was trapped in her riptide.
Those lips sang to me from
shore like sirens of Ulysses.
I was tangled in the sight
caught in a net of memory.
I was trapped in her riptide.
