Brass / words / 2005 / Sink
October 6, 2005
Troubled seas in those dreams
Of hers.
And I see them. So alive
In me.
Harrowed response.
Sloppy sour.
She floats. I see it.
She drifts. I feel it.
That smile is so cracked and
Twisted.
Only soft memories fly with me.
Hallowed sunlight.
Take flight
With her.
Must I once again
Drown in her waters.
Scorpio passing
Gemini drowning.