I feel turquoise- like this shore on the beach
I sink and let go, but
I must close the evening, go home
This need to be wet emerges like a river
In my car the wind burns deep to the bones
What alerts me…
May I breathe in next time?
So dry and high
That grass- like my dreams
A wet towel will cover me tonight
If I dare sleep a while.
You sure you hate cloudy Julies?
IMAGE > Mediterranean by Marta Orlowska
Hi my dear friends,Today I am joining Verse First ~ Water Table at Poets United
and Feeling the Heat with our Poetry Jam friends.