Sunday, June 12, 2016

midnight plus (scanned notebook)

The cool air pressed against my chest with both hands
fingers making me pulsate with their touch
I seek the sea
because it flows inside and outside me
making me ache to dip my oars
in the dark of this mysterious sea
that so vibrates under my keal
this life floating over something so full
I come to it again and again
and always want for more

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