Jan 24

the rivers on my back

                                                                                                             These new things appear
                                                                                                       Slow and partial to braking
                                                                                     Like the wings of a butterfly lodged
                                                                                between the glass of your window
                                                                             and the window screen   
                                                                             A cage to hold her 
                                                                               These new things appear 
                                                                                  and we are forced to repair again
                                                                                        The ocean the waves moving back
                                                                                                              and back and back and 
                                                                                                                      I run into the water 
                                                                                   The foam reminding me of whipped cream    
                                                                               The swish if wind cold on my cheek 
                                                               Is like the rivers that cover her back my back    
                                                             My eyes fallow the sea 
                                                                I have always known
                                                                         she is my destiny  
                                                                              and These new things appear

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