X marks the spot. dig
through the sand with
bare hands
feel the heat from the sun as
wind blows sweet kisses.
make a hole that reaches
china. along the way
run into sirens, dance
with mermaids, battle
kraken, and if you have time
say hello to leviathan.
soon we’ll all be myths
for the next generation.
our names slide between lips
already in the past.
the horizon sets
waves flutter on the surface.
underneath the coral reef dissolves with the setting sun.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
X marks the spot. dig
through the sand with
bare hands
feel the heat from the sun as
wind blows sweet kisses.
make a hole that reaches
china. along the way
run into sirens, dance
with mermaids, battle
kraken, and if you have time
say hello to leviathan.
soon we’ll all be myths
for the next generation.
our names slide between lips
already in the past.
the horizon sets
waves flutter on the surface.
underneath the coral reef dissolves with the setting sun.
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