27/07/19

Salt spray;
Sirenic whisper
On the tip of a shy tongue.
First taste.
Flirtatious tide
Edging closer.
Receding.
Closer.
Repeating.
Longing to be swept away.

2 thoughts on “27/07/19

  1. Intended to write poem about sad donkeys at the seaside.

    Became poem about:
    – Wanting to make love to the sea?
    – Achieving inner peace through submission and acceptance?
    – Wanting to escape the inevitablity/monotony of life’s tides?

    Nihilistic mammals all the same.

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