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cold water recedes.

Posted to Action Poetry




i will fling open
stone cells of post mortem
tragedy.

cast ripples
into the blue bottles
of our sea worn souls.

flick the tender bones of wrists
and shine cold lights
on upturned stares,
eternally glazed.

let my nimble fingers
tangle softly into madness,
affectionatly twirl
her perfumed hair.
she smiles a deep stability,
and we cast shadows of tidal waves.