So many dreams
land with a thud
in the safe house
where I woke up
we speak in tongues
I lose my mind
outside the waves
crash hard
break against
the sea wall
what am I trying to say
you order a third Margarita
trace the salt on the glass
so many dreams
another Margarita
what was I thinking
How the salt works in this Kristen, my eyes fill with tears
ReplyDeleteThanks dear Sarah :)
DeleteAh dear James, the Lawless are on fire!
ReplyDeleteAh. A perfect poem.
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