Thursday, May 5, 2011


The farthest shores are the warmest waves
Lapping gently at my toes in shivering ways
They know me and I know them
We're friends encapsulated in a stone gem

The mother knows not these hidden craves
Her tough soft fingers at my mind plays
I hide not, I want to be fluid, not phlegm
But she is a fragile thorny stem.

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