the sea tastes
on my lips
like skin devoured
or tears lapped
behind my lips
to hide the way
I cry when I'm alone
the sea tastes
like love lost
or love imagined lost
or both
a rejection
in its salt air madness
the sea tastes
like
(just a moment, let me finish)
like you
when I close my eyes

07/10/2005

Posted on 07/10/2005
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