Saturday, November 9, 2013

Inundated

Inundated
seas outside,
who requests this moat, tonight?
Once a house, a boat
soaring on an inland sea.
In undated lands, we
flow over, overflow
low mountains, clouds, drifting
below the flood, below
gold-leafed mud, shining
tiny cities, water-whelmed;
rising, the ocean breathes
salty dreams alkaline,
brine bitter as wine clams
over hearts tonight
locked behind window, pains
bleed over the sill, puddle
in your eyes, faltering
hands fumble, still
desperately distinct.
all your answers lie
in my heart tonight.
Where you are in always
time, there is, love
never sleeps, ever
dreams.


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