Ursula

by creeesta   Jan 5, 2008


Polluted tears slide down a dirty cheek
balloons enter the room in single file

a key is set in flames
i cannot find the vanished door

my eyes have disappeared in the hurricane
that occurred after the sail man's whistle

he was calling the waves
his ache was too much to devour

so the miles of salty ocean
metamorphosed into sweet tea

my skin smiled at the touch

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