Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Washed up

It's low tide in our place-
Tide pools and sandbars 
Replaced our depths.
 ocean hearts magnetized
And pulled out with the moon.
That day I jumped into your
Ocean eyes hypnotized 
By our chemistry you
Left my body on the sand 
Like a creature washed up
By hurricane surf.
Stranded. Dry. Only 
Accompanied by stale seaweed 
And hermit crab shells. 
To be carried eventually
Back to sea this time 
Missing the life you stole 
Away from me.




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