Wednesday, June 12, 2013

My Blood



I don't need an ocean breeze
atlantic winds rustle through my veins
my blood
 shimmers cold blues, sparkles soft greens

fishermen know me by name
while Poseidon knows me by voice
I only kiss under stormy gales
after salty sunsets, with poise

No need of a private beach house
equipped with a fancy speed boat
the coast line wraps around my presence
like a thick winter coat

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