the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Triangle Sentences

I lost what I was going to say after
In the wind on the breath I had written it on.
Your favorite song went 5-1
That you tapped between your finger and thumb
As you shaped the letter closest to what you meant to sing.
Lo-lo-lo-lo-look at me as I freeze in your tracks,
It started going cold, but somehow brought us back.
I am a sailor's son and you are a landlocked daughter,
You're not going to sink when you're safely in the harbor.

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