Saturday, September 7, 2013

Lady of the tide

The evidence mounts
with your silence
like our orgasms used to
I'm embalmed
in my own world
men run from the
mannequin of me... Now
I used to be real, once...
My hair is seaweed
washed up on the shore
barnacles encrust my body
I have the scent
of the sea... about me
The lady of the tide
walking the shore's
of her life...