a drift wood kind of day

the ocean held up a mirror for the moon.
they met on the horizon for tea
after gossiping about the wind,
they watched as lust chased after love.
tangible never did understand the intangible.
lust could not keep up with love
and gave up.
the sun began to eavesdrop
so the ocean and the moon bid a good-night.

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a lapse in familiar surrounding

pushes for thoughts of the most depraved.

we danced across the causeway of our history.

with a bald bulb wit

i reached for a false sense of security

that was twisted in your overcoat smile.

i surfaced alone and exposed

shrouded in nothing but a memory.