Saturday, February 18, 2012

Brine Chill


Darling
Pacific.

You lie in my veins
unrelentingly
bold,
the chill of your tides
washing
over anew.

Everyday
these waves 
crash over my head,
christened again
in the salty brine.

Darling 
Pacific.
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