Treasure Island

Tyler Wilcox


Skin so sensitive
A hemophiliac
Wet dream.

Breakers roar
Hearts drop
Below deck.

I stand watching
From the edge of
Where the water

Meets the land
And I am holy.
Papal urgency,

Nature my scepter,
My intent a
Crown of thorns.

The sheer
Downward force;
I possess

The momentum
Of a stone.
Breaking water

İce cold goosebumps
Raised flesh like
Soldiers at attention.

A smile
Stuck like a
Sunburn adhesive.

Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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