Are those waves or is it thunder?
I wonder
If she's thinking in words when I'm thinking in color?
Submerging in the water,
I'm a rock in a stream.
Water laden, but in withdrawal
Something about me is weak.
My face reddens/back peels,
My feet turn blue/mind reels,
My body fights and loses.
Everything about me is weak.
I wonder (prussian blue), where's the bottom?
Toes grip rock, dig sand,
I'm holding back what's in demand.
“Give it to me!”
Azure ribbons clasp with loose grasps,
Cerulean threads in my nose force gasps.
She wonders (unknown), lost in the cloth,
new colors, swatches, wanders, watches,
Words, yellows, shouts, bellows.
“Come to me!”
I follow the
Vibrations. It is waves.
But it's the crash that smothers me.
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