surfer
i come in waves
i
only need you when i need you:
but when i do, i have
so many edges
they just keep on rolling.
i might catch you
in an instant
my pose to
weigh you down like tide,
sprinkle salt
in soggy wounded love.
i run with fishes.
alone.
i never know
how long it will last, you know.
the moon does
all the work
(with gravity, of course)
but
when i come to you
in the morning,
please stay with me.
you can
watch the sun come up
on my face.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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