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if i could only explain (the deep ocean creatures of) myself (your eyes drown out) better (the shallowness of others.) at the right moments. (with a single watery look) i'm often lost for words and (ancient bricks of layered coral) my mouth won't make the sounds (that flow out through your salty lips,) that say i need you (flood the room) because i'm better off with you (with your lovely brine) i thought i would be. (made from the skeletons of a million discarded fish.) |
"if I could only explain (the deep ocean creatures of) myself" is just a killer opening. I've noticed that a recurring theme is relating your self to fish, & I find this so intriguing, & here it is again, presenting itself. I'm curious about this. Is there are reason? Is it just a natural simulation? I'd love to know. "(with your lovely brine)" is also a great line. Your page is like a gold mine or some archeological dig. I want to treasure each poem, but also handle them with care. | Posted on 2011-02-10 00:00:00 | by Santi | [ Reply to This ] | |