Sun, Nov. 20th 2011 1:10 AM (Untitled)

I exist in azure waves,

a slippery, rippling thing.

My hair is weeds,

and in the sand

there lies a glittering ring.

Dive, my sailor,

dive, my love—

slip me on your hand

then sink into my tangles

or rush back to the strand.

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