• Dancing in the Surf

    Deep are the Memories: A Poem

    She sank into the depths of her memories Which cushioned her as she plucked them one by one From the cavernous heart that remembered how It felt to twirl in the surf and awaken At dawn to see the sun rise over the water Where flickering candles illuminated The pearls of his teeth and threadbare jacket As she leaned over and inhaled the spicy scent Of first dates and eternity to follow as She sank into the depths of her memories They stung like stepping on tentacles of Jellyfish whipping around a stray ankle Each time she recalled the vicious slap On her lover’s cheek before he left home And venomous words spewed forth…


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