the slow art of breathing bitter

Blue Waves

Each night in the bare blue waves

She touches—

She goes deep into it,

plunging in

With midnight screams

Haunting the heart, unrevealed.

Sings her heart, the broken heart

To the hurrying waves under the somber sky

It has forever loved

And yet that's too deep to faint

In the glory that she goes into the sea

Each night—obsessive mystery.

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