a piece of this soul, rinsing down an empty drain.
I swivel, left and right, to charm you tonight
to sweep you off your feet,
and allow this photorealistic dream to wash over me
the idea of beauty, so still framed.
a piece of this memory, washing up on the beach,
I dig my toes in, curling them around warm sand,
rocking under luna, the tide closes in on me
and I sway, left and right, looking for light.
breathing, breathing, breathing deep
sighing so literally
and yet I wake on this floor waxer.
uh oh.
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