Ocean

1 May 2015

Her stabbing stilettos sweet
kisses in the sea-struck mind—
Love the hate the love-me,
love-me-nots hurt, so deep runs
the magic and sweet brutality
impossible to resist
the phone call to misery is
the fairy tale you live in, a story
unfolding by a cold river.
Insane now, so you feel this.
The meltdown. A toy slaps the mind.
Then the peace ray
beams down bliss and light
and miracles.

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