Wednesday, December 20, 2006

your waist curves, a wavelet
on 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

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