PLEASE HELP BLUE PRESS STAY AFLOAT

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Less than a mile from here it all turns to glass

 
The ocean pulse   /   blood in my head

brings us that much closer

              clinging sea-vines & blossoms
                                                pearls reflecting
                              clipped wings

              We pressed our lips against
                                                the rare petal’s secret

                              naked beneath the flames