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The Permanent
Andrew Calis
| The beautiful sunrise
Was not experienced
Properly.
I was distracted:
Distracted by a terrific assault
In every sense.
The breeze assaulted my face with her cool touch
Luring me, singing softly to me.
I could smell on her the sharpness, the sweetness of the sea.
Her crashing, splashing song, that rung out
And kissed me; kissed me
With alacrity, and as sharp as knives
I tasted the salty flavor of my tongue’s blood.
I was being punished.
I was being punished for something I
Was not responsible for.
How could I resist the constant breeze from the right?
How could I forever shun the waves’ perpetual undertow,
Her repeated, harsh melodies?
I smelled an endless ocean
Of sand and salt on the breeze.
I no longer noticed the sky’s radiance,
But concentrated instead on less ethereal sources.
I heard the people to my left voicing their love in moans,
And I wanted to make love with them.
I wanted to sigh like the breeze,
Groan deep like the ocean’s constant, repetitive waves,
Cry out my love like her crashes,
But I was too distracted. |
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