Of White Walls And Blank Rooms

June 8, 2010
Inhale sand,
exhale thoughts in run-ons.
Drop your wrists on the beach
and flyawayfaraway
to where water will fill your ears,
and real is something you breathe.

Let me inside you,
through you,
let me soak into your bones
and medicate your ohsoincorrect assumptions.
Let the rainwater wash us away,
to where doors are closed.

Implode through the silty bottom;
frolic along where the mermaids play;
dance through the air bubbles,
and tonight
your dreams will be of white walls and blank rooms,
and we will be.





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