As gentle ebb the flow
Rises climactic
We, the waves and sand
Solid crash of pounding beach and
Bodies encompass.
You rise crescendo
Rise again
Rise up and out our flow
Blend release the great bodies
of oceans time unaccounted.
Fingers gentle to furious
Mouths
Cock and Cunt
Torrent currant
Waves
Pale yellow crashes endless in
Blue sky, black night.
Storms end,
Ahhhhh, as
Train whistles
Eleven o'clock
Passing through towns
Waking
or going to,
time insignificant
sleep.
We here, hear the whistle distant
Ready to jump boxcar ride,
Steal away
All ways
To edge oceans gentle ebb and flow
We grains of sand
Billions fuse with
Sea
Rise again
The storm
We are.
Reduced.
ReplyDeleteWe are reduced.
Essential to life,
this is.
Let us remain
grain of sand,
splash of water,
salt of the earth.
xo
erin
i read it again
ReplyDeleteand it ebbs from me
and i am left slow and sweet
with you
at glass
at sideyard
and then beyond
closer and closer to the train
as it leaves
always arriving
always leaving
and you and i
always~
love L.