My Writing


I told you

that I would show you,

and here it is:

the sea.


Frothing, foaming,


Is it not everything

we imagined?


Life crawls, swims, side-walks

in these blue waters,

salty on the tongue

and full of shells.


Take a nautilus,

press it to your ear.

When you wander through

your next desert,


think of the sun caressing

your cheek and slowly

biting your nose,

leaving peeling pink skin behind.


Listen to the quiet lapping

the whistling call of gulls.

Maybe you will also hear

my voice again.


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