Wednesday, December 20, 2006
your waist curves, a waveleton the shore of your body
a beach i long to walk, sand and
mist i dream of knowing
your voice sounds far away,
a low horn sounding from a
distant ship. you stand next to
me and i can see how your hair
curls at your neck, the weight of
your marine fingers as they grip your arm.
your back is a smooth, ridged reef-
i swim the waters of your eyes and
wish you knew me.
acquaintance
Mina at 1:13 PM