the thunder squall broke the boat I race you
over the breakers crest as you try to save me
… I need a kiss of life on pirate island my
breath coming in gasping chokes ... coughing
up algae and plankton … wrap around me like
a sea ghost … warming the blood … your hands
alight in my heaving chest …. squeeze my
frozen heart a sail wrapped around the mast ….
3.30pm, 20.11.12. © Lizarikk All Rights Reserved
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