Friday,
August 11, 2017
We
sway,
Sailing
an invisible sea
Rocking
each other
To
keep from falling overboard,
Yet
aching to drown,
To
breathe this which is not water
Or
air,
Sea
brine I fill you up with
So
we might both survive,
Potent
as a witch’s brew,
An
intoxicating broth
We
shake up, and feel rise
Rushing
into us
As
we rock on this sea
That
is not a sea
Living
like sailors
Stranded
in each other’s arms
Hip
to hip
Lip
to live
Drinking
in each other
As
we drift on this
Sea
of love
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