sea and the nymph of the rhyming times

keep your ears close to my lips.

you will hear

boom. 

i will tell you

a tongue twister;

ripples of me inside you.   

you will recite the chant

“she sells seashells in the seashore.”

in my fingertips

the sea will dance. 

Haik-ing

Hope

Insane world...

A gentle ripple

Wets my toe

Stranger

New landscape

Unknown portraits

Unheard scents.

Reflection

Winter nights

Your eyes

My mirror

Longing

A little sea

A tear drop 

And a smile

pages

a short perspective on in-growth

i exist

inside the veins  

i crawl

under the skin

i grow

quick and wide

and leave dark marks

ugly and painful marks of joy

which will refuse to fade away

even with incisions to pull me out

i leave marks on the body,

branding you for life as mine.

i am your birthmark still.  

beached

every drop of salt

stuck inside the head

nauseates…

every grain of sand

touching my flesh

aches.  

woo

Breathing

1.2)

where blooms

red roses

as red as

red

I

wish

for a kiss.

where blooms 

hydrangeas

as violet as 

a 

kiss

I 

wish 

for you.