Sunday, March 23, 2014

drowning

i can still taste your tongue,
an ocean warmed by the sun,
crashing lips that kiss the shore
over
and
over
in waves that knock the back of my knees
so that i fall forward and
am pulled out to sea.

your mouth tastes like drowning.
salty, wounded, and so sweet.



-3.23.14

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