Sunday, April 26, 2009

Rip Current

you’re dripping with sweaty sarcasm
and my eyes reach yours

infinite turquoise blue and damp air take me hostage
engulfed, powerless, sputtering salt
swimming sideways and dodging this nauseating undercurrent

my burning nose reminds me that I’m still feeling
and will not drown in your calm and collected cynicism

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