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i. you were petals i once submerged —a fistful i let go of under a foggy sea when i was succumbing to myself you were the surface tension screaming my name; a diaphragm’s lullaby — old thunder in the rain… i’ve been fond of storms ever since ii. no one told me how slow clouds would be — i would have held my breath a bit longer… charted constellations a bit better before i spoke of love in light-years and there you were on a shoreline, carrying salt in your palms iii how many times will I walk here, — a wreckage of bramble in my side? “the sea is much too old,” i heard someone say… and the wind was salt on my brain it left a hole; a stain, and i felt a burning behind my soggy ribcage can stars erode in the tide? iv. night adorns it’s veil — scallops tug at the lace and i toss inky petals in the sea nocturne’s dreamboat a dead man’s float; — how i’ve internalized my hatred for romance “the sea is much too old,” i heard someone say… and i realized my lungs could speak for days about sunken ships returning home v. i ignore a distant moon — inertia rocking my cradle but she stays there all the same… there’s stardust on her breath — whiskey on mine “you’ve grown much too old,” i heard her say… so i closed my eyes, and felt sand between my toes for the first time it will be eons before i swim here again
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
A Rose Thrown out to Sea
i. you were petals i once submerged —a fistful i let go of under a foggy sea when i was succumbing to myself you were the surface tension screaming my name; a diaphragm’s lullaby — old thunder in the rain… i’ve been fond of storms ever since ii. no one told me how slow clouds would be — i would have held my breath a bit longer… charted constellations a bit better before i spoke of love in light-years and there you were on a shoreline, carrying salt in your palms iii how many times will I walk here, — a wreckage of bramble in my side? “the sea is much too old,” i heard someone say… and the wind was salt on my brain it left a hole; a stain, and i felt a burning behind my soggy ribcage can stars erode in the tide? iv. night adorns it’s veil — scallops tug at the lace and i toss inky petals in the sea nocturne’s dreamboat a dead man’s float; — how i’ve internalized my hatred for romance “the sea is much too old,” i heard someone say… and i realized my lungs could speak for days about sunken ships returning home v. i ignore a distant moon — inertia rocking my cradle but she stays there all the same… there’s stardust on her breath — whiskey on mine “you’ve grown much too old,” i heard her say… so i closed my eyes, and felt sand between my toes for the first time it will be eons before i swim here again
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
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