The sea churns
Me.
You
Sail pristine-
Above, the surface
Barely ripples.
I
Want.
But you, ice-boy, you
Are removed.
Human emotion is
Dirty
Soiled by lust.
But you cry.
Author notes
like when you get thrown around by big waves- forget which way is up and wonder how you'll ever get back to the air and light. i'm reading big sur at the moment.
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Thank you for entering my contest and good luck. This is a very hard poem for me to read. It seems too choppy and I have trouble trying to follow your thoughts from one line to the next. There doesn't seem to be any continuity to it at all.
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well, thanks for giving it a go
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