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Below The Surface

suddenly, i found myself back
again, on this barren beach.
the black sands packed

hard against the hidden
ground and the frothy, white
breakers beat against its

stubborn brow over and
over and over again. the shore,
calloused and indifferent

to the footprints left by
gulls and people alike.
crabs signaled my approach

and took shelter in their
cozy bunkers and Summer’s
last pelican watched as i

stumbled over my tired words.

it was this time last year
that you and i found our way
to this empty beach. only the

brambles and the windswept
shadows of driftwood remembered
me. but i remembered you.

i remembered how your
sun-kissed skin seeped love and
sex into the dark, sandy dunes

and i remembered how the waves and
water swirled around your locks like
tentacles trying to drag you back

home, back into the depths from
where you crawled in the early days
of our own evolution. i remembered

the salty taste of kisses we shared
while watching the distant sun
drip westward and dive, headlong

into the black waters, made
ruler-straight by the even-handed
chiseling of light that’s traveled over

the vast expanses of your rocky surface.
no mountain can remain afloat in the sea
for too long, and like us, they all

succumb to the sterile flavors of the
deep, and sink willingly into their new
home, far below the surface of things we see.

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6 thoughts on “Below The Surface

  1. With all due respect to slpmartin – I stumbled a bit (it was dark and a did have a few shots of whiskey under my belt.)

    Perfection – is really f*ckin’ overrated.

    I would like to see you published some day…

    Again – just sayin’.

    (…and no suggestions this time ’round. Not that I don’t have them – just that I would rather see your work than another ‘M.L.’ piece)

    Peace,
    M.L.

  2. “the salty taste of kisses we shared
    while watching the distant sun
    drip westward and dive, headlong

    into the black waters, made
    ruler-straight by the even-handed
    chiseling of light that’s traveled over ”

    ESPECIALLY love the “ruler-straight” part. it seems like the center of these two wonderful stanzas.
    Im never getting anything done, thanks to you…

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