Saturday, June 16, 2012

Ships that pass in the…

The sea wind blows through her hair
as if it had fingers
each strand stretched out
along the sides of her face.
This is the face of a ship sailing
through harbor mists,
beasts pressing into the fog,
exposed to each new shape
her hair, her face, embracing all
owning them all,
aching for all to adore her
eyes glowing with the artificial
illumination of their reflected
admiration, each ship paying
tribute to her as they pass
and vanish back into the fog
the wind whipping her hair
as she stares ahead,
into murky mists
for the next ship
to embrace her.

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