Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Sea People

Ocean

washes over me
gristling
like that
too much for me to
inhale
and i careen,
silver fin,
under this,
the film, surface.
naked, beneath the abalone
i have
cherished
my skin is alive, tender,
and i am fragile.
if i ask
that you touch me
it is a treasure,
a gift,
that i have denied
myself,
the coldest of oceans.

2 Comments:

At 12:20 AM, Blogger Teleute said...

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At 12:32 AM, Blogger Teleute said...

u kno, evry time i read ur stuff, it's a revelation.

n dis irrestible urge to engage in a lil bit of piracy n try n pass it off as m own... bt don't u worry - like u too much to actually do it!

:D

 

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