winter sea II
January 11, 2012
the winter sea is a wasteland of rain and salt of eyes,
it is cracked and dusty with the loneliness of barren wombs;
the winter sea is wild with melancholic rage,
its waves caught in angry storms of drought that no man’s eyes can see, no man’s hands can touch.
nothing grows here in the wasteland,
there is no fresh drink for the lips of women, no lush greens to fill the air and spaces between bare toes;
only salted earth and raggedly woven skin holding sand and water.
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