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Click herethere are mornings
when the oyster of my mind refuses to open.
i call it-- stingy.
rolling over i kiss you,
and read the sonnet of your neck
to disguise memories of
salty explosions, rose wallpaper.
seaside sensation laps my mind,
stretching you like a veil over sleep.
i am without barrier now--
no wall to keep out everything
that i never remember, anyway.
you are here to see the tide rolll in--
i have no high ground to offer
and i fear you will be swept away.
go on collecting shells--
i will hold my tears
to ankles' depth, for you.
where once was a wall--
now rocks a small boat,
shadow memories hollowed out.
if my weeping should set the boat adrift--
watch the waves for my return.
You have an awesome way with words... they just rolll so smoothly off the screen and create delicious images in my mind... never stop writing, please.
You play these metaphors so well; another reason you're such a pleasure to read.