Ocean

By Anonymous

Golden waves of sound

The language of the ocean

Toes in the glass

She pulls us closer to the blood edge

Her words are those of a poet

Crabs in the underworld

Squid ink on my toes

Staining black on pink 

The redish pink of raw toes

Raw from running on the wind 

Chasing guls to the clouds

Don't forget this

This moment in the water 

And the glass pulls us down

 me and you down into the dark

cold ocean waves

 

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