The sea spits me out -
I do not belong here.
I have tried to sink myself
like a sorry ship
and dissolve inside of you like
a stow-away looking for love.
The waves
go steady
beating drums on the beating hard
a beaten body, I can take no more
on the hand
the face, the heart.
but I'll stay floating with the hope that someday
you'll come back for me.
The message has been sent
in a fragile bottle
bound to burst on the first person to find it
emptying the second class mermaids
on the trail of sorrow
looking for my sailor
to come and take me home.
To drown to drown
salty apocalypse in the sweetest sense
I follow you to the darkness, my dear
to vast unknown
where the good men go
so alas with a kiss -
I die.
(c) amelia j smith 12/07
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