…wave riding

Wave riding
hope I didn’t break you
feels like it
maybe I’m outrageous
but I feel vacuous tonight
like all nights
all that air
wet then
dry again
your eyes
in the wind
and rain
mountain climbing.

Is it unreal?
out of thin air
a flash
I’m no giant
insect just a faucetleaking salt air
swaying in the rip
of the water
beneath the surface
of your pinkish gaze
shallow haze
piano notes
of a certain portrait
on my wall
and maybe I’m
not really there
in your irises
just on the edges
shark bones
a load of
garbage
shining plastic
drastically late
served upto heartbreak
on a plate
of my own
childish dreams.

 

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