#14 Ocean

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~ Ocean ~

I

am

lost somewhere

amongst the waves (of you)

tumbling with the fish 

and glassy bubbles

in the ocean blue

I sink

like an anchor to

it's depths. I think of you, 

pretty, pretty,

but

I need

to get my head out of the deep blue -

they say;

and so the sticky sand

rumbles at the soles

of my feet -

tides rise, tides fall,

I think of you, Ocean,

ocean eyes

bliss at the touch of you,

absent purrs still fill my ears

not the sound of the ocean waves,

collapsing,

you are not the ocean

you are

pretty, pretty -

Precious.

[Nov 30th (The day I was born)-2014]

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