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Never wanted to float
by Karen MichelleYour eyes, two oceans,
the Aegean and Mediterranean
at daybreak - -
cool, crisp, clear.
A blue as transparent
as the illusion
of the cloudless sky,
it breaks against
my chest, as I press
my vertebrae into the sand.
The waves of your spectacle
hit these lines in
a cascade of colour -
blue, green, white, blue.
Two parallel universes
of unparalleled beauty.
If your hands could talk,
they might tell me
that this is the place
where I find salvation -
an intermeshing of fingers
and giddy palms.
But I am
counting down
on an exhale,
bidding farewell
to the sand in my lungs
as I sink into you.
01/12/2004 Posted on 01/12/2004
Copyright © 2024 Karen Michelle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 01/13/04 at 03:38 PM *gape*
my only argument is the double use of "blue" but um, frankly, it's like.. well, like whoa. the whole thing is a tiger shark. feel free to gnaw at my bones. |
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