All Bottles Hold A Message
written by: Nomiddlename
the ocean’s ageless skin
crumples beneath
my stained glass stare
retreating
over ancient gilded grit
she brushes limp mythical tresses
and spits morbid thoughts
foamy fish-kissed flecks
the sinister sea swipes
in prosaic embraces
buoyed bottles
plastic and poetry-less
she bears no message
for me
declaring meaningless war
on an overworked sun
so the moon could shine
solely for her
i shudder
beneath salt spiked kisses
in her brooding breeze
and of course
i see the warning
and of course
i think
of
you
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