rain here by ransomed
drafts from warmer
continents
my space is chaffed
by the hidden soil
trailed from used
oceans
i, see
a stranded twirl
of stone pesce tail
still magic
despite miles
despite age
spites my eyes
spites vanity
bites
me
there. i am beguiled, so stand,
as i too wear into sand
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
rain here by ransomed
drafts from warmer
continents
my space is chaffed
by the hidden soil
trailed from used
oceans
i, see
a stranded twirl
of stone pesce tail
still magic
despite miles
despite age
spites my eyes
spites vanity
bites
me
there. i am beguiled, so stand,
as i too wear into sand
