Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Island

I implore:
Wash me
with the salt of the ocean
wash my wound
of eroded peripheries

I implore:
Drench me
with sweet rain
to contain within
in little puddles
a vision of nectar

I implore:
Hoist flags of torn rags
at my shore
and escape
the horror of listening
to the expanse of your soul

I implore:
Leave
and I will cleanse my shore
of your footsteps
with the salt of the ocean

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3 comments:

  1. Sigh.... as usual the punch is in the end! :)

    Keep penning!!

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  2. :) is it that obvious?
    but do keep looking for the not-so-obvious signs..it might be meaning totally something else

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