I've been dreaming of your arms
to hold me, secret silent dreams
held within a sea turtle's shell
sluicing through violet night waves

I've been dreaming of your kiss
cast to shore with a shove
of the tide, surprised with the change
the spead of fluid cold to heated grain

I've been quiet, without escape
shaking the sands from my skin
trying to remember the ancient sea
the grains now gone, the heat remains

09/01/1997

Posted on 03/21/2003
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