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this morning I woke in
the middle of the ocean after
a night of your gentle waves lulling
me to sleep,
you smiled at my wet lips
and heavy eyes and said
never regret this smile, never forget
this joy.
we linger here now, in between
worlds, washed up
ashore.
the middle of the ocean after
a night of your gentle waves lulling
me to sleep,
you smiled at my wet lips
and heavy eyes and said
never regret this smile, never forget
this joy.
we linger here now, in between
worlds, washed up
ashore.
Literature
Hollow
Here amidst the bones bleached white,
the echoes become trapped in ribcages
like a heartbeat.
But it’s just a sound.
No blood pumps through the
marrow thick like
baby’s breath-
flowers for someone who is sick or dying or
dead.
No light shines
under the skin and muscle.
How dark it must be for the
delicate, fleshy bits underneath.
The lungs don’t know when it’s time to
go. No moon to guide them.
How do they know when to
stop?
Does the heart even know the color
of blood?
Literature
Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
Literature
Reykjavik For Lezayre
so slip, i stumble. fumble with the
doorknob and your key falls with me
im falling into - there you are
i see you in
these ports and the sea foam shades
of the fog that parts at dawn the day
before i find myself - here you are
i want to be left alone but -
it was the taste, salty and too sweet
it was too much and my tongue
is not appeasing or the tricks
that tease -
come close. still this one last time
there’s something underneath your
skin steady i want
inside
you - to see, how i memorize you
in every gasp that splits the air around
us and when you cum - crashing
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Tried some magnetic poetry. I had to add in a few words of my own or it wouldn't make any grammatical sense 
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Such serenity! The association between sea and sleeping with a loved one is one that has crossed my mind as well but I could never dream of wording it so concisely and yet smoothly, aesthetically. What strikes me most is the sound of it - even when I read it aloud it sounds so soft and gentle, the words and letters you use fit the scene so well not only in meaning but in shape as well.