when I think of her
she is kissing me on a wharf
and we both fall into the ocean
sucking salty blue face
that or she is kissing him
somewhere in the unreachable sky
and they fall on top of me,
on top of the wharf, the ocean,
our kissing, and it all dies, squealing,
under what I thought was Heaven.
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Dude, I love this poem!
ditto from me. i think its quite good. five stars from hogtown.