Monday, July 18, 2011

Something about the moon


The waves always bring me in again.
Something about the moon, she slides
me over rocks and pets me to the sand.
Even tumbling through surf, I curl
and blink and know she shoves me
to keep me safe. I've dared her to drown
me, midnight swims in handcuffs, but
no one wants a willing submissive.

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