Monday, March 1, 2010

sea my greed


running to my greed
grazing my hand on his chest
yawning at the view of the sea
stuck in a wasp nest

grappling the very thought
my eyes water with ocean mist
i am slipping in distraught
as you lay thy black kiss.
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