::Salt::

Apr 04, 2010 12:13


Bewitching, it beckons through the storm,
enticing me like sirens song,
to rescue from rock and broken bone,
I drift to you through brine and foam,
to happen on you drinking from the sea.

Reeling you to breath the shore,
where the ocean fills your lungs no more,
making your bed in the sand
that cuts and grazes fragile hands,
I leave you to those ( Read more... )

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ladyravenshadow April 5 2010, 18:26:22 UTC
I love this.

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ink_baby April 6 2010, 10:57:24 UTC
thank you.

Oh, the things we do for love, girl! x

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