It is wash and pier
It is salty and clear

It lifts and surrounds
It pays in the cry
It weighs 1000 pounds
It fits in one eye

It tastes like the ocean
It breathes every emotion
It houses pain’s smear
It can be so sincere

It utters the sum…
As a busted blister
As hostage’s revenge
As desperation’s sister
As hope’s rival avenge

It comes from…
The great and terrible
The cruel flower’s thorn
The longing so unbearable
The feel that came to warm

It smudges a poet’s sad inked trace
After rolling down his wrinkled face

© Ricardo Sexton


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