Bloodee blah blah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. So I took Katherine's suggestion... not that I needed the suggestion.
I want to fix the end of the first stanza cause it's such BS. I'm too tired for now.
The Land and the Sea
Sometimes he thinks she's wandered from the sea,
With mermaid tongue, wet slick upon her lips,
And mutable position of her hips.
Once-migrant hands enforced a stern decree
Though signatures now flow more lazily
Like water through her flound'ring fingertips.
When she rests, she dreams of battleships
Which churn her marine world haphazardly.
She barely swims--most days she seems to float.
Psunamis make the most of disrepair,
The waves of poison pooling in her hair.
He lifts her then, a firm, sea-worthy boat--
The watery breath that catches in her throat
Leaves to tangle with his earth-bred air.
I want to fix the end of the first stanza cause it's such BS. I'm too tired for now.
The Land and the Sea
Sometimes he thinks she's wandered from the sea,
With mermaid tongue, wet slick upon her lips,
And mutable position of her hips.
Once-migrant hands enforced a stern decree
Though signatures now flow more lazily
Like water through her flound'ring fingertips.
When she rests, she dreams of battleships
Which churn her marine world haphazardly.
She barely swims--most days she seems to float.
Psunamis make the most of disrepair,
The waves of poison pooling in her hair.
He lifts her then, a firm, sea-worthy boat--
The watery breath that catches in her throat
Leaves to tangle with his earth-bred air.