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.