Saturday, November 22, 2014


the blue water washes
my body
and I am lost
swinging in the air
it hurts
that kisses and hugs
are reserved for those
that don't hunger for them

time and time again I
come out swinging too wide
too wide on the corners and the blue
blue, blue water
falls cold on my body
drenching the sounds. the air
swings and swings, again and again
this old, old night

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