Jerrybaldy
09-09-2012, 07:18 PM
The sea creates a saline illusion
of eternity
for me.
Behind that rock,
I wish that I saw, the sea drenched hair
of a siren awaiting me.
In the incoming swell,
I wish I’d swim out
a fight with the tide,
to flee.
A dolphin nudges
a favoured one,
the way they set the crippled free.
Will you wait for me?
I will be better the week after next,
send me a text,
we can laugh out loud,
but I am in the sea,
beyond the buoys that show
where the pedalos are allowed to go.
I can hear my breath,
I don’t want to come right now.
I want to hear the band in the royal hotel,
slow jazz escaping coloured glass,
a bay of sea away.
The scent of the depth
still stinks of months ago,
of blind fish and coconut cream,
Hawaiian shirts, nobodies,
false f ucks and dominoes.
This is a poem.
The blackness of the sea
that surrounds me,
rhymes quite well,
with our latent lust, to be free.
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of eternity
for me.
Behind that rock,
I wish that I saw, the sea drenched hair
of a siren awaiting me.
In the incoming swell,
I wish I’d swim out
a fight with the tide,
to flee.
A dolphin nudges
a favoured one,
the way they set the crippled free.
Will you wait for me?
I will be better the week after next,
send me a text,
we can laugh out loud,
but I am in the sea,
beyond the buoys that show
where the pedalos are allowed to go.
I can hear my breath,
I don’t want to come right now.
I want to hear the band in the royal hotel,
slow jazz escaping coloured glass,
a bay of sea away.
The scent of the depth
still stinks of months ago,
of blind fish and coconut cream,
Hawaiian shirts, nobodies,
false f ucks and dominoes.
This is a poem.
The blackness of the sea
that surrounds me,
rhymes quite well,
with our latent lust, to be free.
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