waves

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i finished reading "the seven husbands of evelyn hugo" last night and when i tell you IT BROKE ME-

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the blue comes in
waves
it ripples through the
silence of the world
like a stone in a pond's
calm reflection
it comes in waves
the crash of sea foam
on the salt-bank sands
of heaven
the blue is waves
that flood the recesses
of your mind
at a torturous pace
they let you breathe
before you drown

the blue comes in
waves
like the silk-toed touch
of a child
to another
it comes in waves
the ragged-edge cloaks
of a wandering
mother
the blue is waves
and they
devour
but they
play with their prey
before the kill

the blue comes in
waves
like the rough-swept
tides
of the moon's rotation
it comes in waves
fine needlework that
pricks
your fingers
the blue is waves
who cover your eyes
and your mouth with a
kerchief of silken sorrows
laced with
chloroform

the blue comes in
waves
that bend your knees
but leave you
standing
it comes in waves
a cadence, a rhythm
that spans across
lifetimes
the blue is waves
that cradle you
only to
crush you
gently
in their hands

the blue comes in
waves
it dragged me to sea
despite my resistance
it comes in waves
no longer is the horizon distant
the blue is waves
it seeks another
soul
to hold in its
purchase.

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