Monday, 20 August 2018

It is the ocean

lips are not soft.

they are like waves as they crash
and foam and swallow up
goosebumps

and whatever moves your hands
across reefs of skin
is no small pleasure:

those tender smiles
are shit-eating grins
because we know the cycle of the tides.

love is not soft.

it is the ocean and it knows no mercy.
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