31 January 2009

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30 January 2009

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29 January 2009

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28 January 2009

01.28



Drowning

Embrace me
with your tides.

O God how I'd give
for even a glimpse
of the Sea!

I would travel
walk with bruised feet
and bloodied feet
and broken feet
and then some more
just for the sight of you.

just to know your scornful ebb has
slowed.
stopped?
reversed?

No.

I know what I'd find.

But O what I would do to be shipwrecked
to feel your skin on my skin one last time
as I drift away in you
as you fill me and I am overcome
as I taste your tears -- or mine --
as I die
engulfed in your arms.

Thank you.

please.