I want to play in your hair
like the ocean loud
and lovely.
Join the undercurrent,
swoon over the strings
in your voice.
Your lips are John
Wayne. Come to think of it,
so are your fingers–
full of truth.
Like The Ocean Loud
December 19th, 2008 · No Comments
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