I have decided to cut the ties between us
Like what I do to my other lovers
I have been in shackles
With a sunken ship anchored down
The depths
My heart shudders
The Pacific
The Atlantic
The Red Sea in
Spinning waves and
Humming shells
Please come to me again
My milk is food to the ocean
My drink is the ocean
I am water that bows to the sky.
Rosalinda Flores Martinez
4.27.2010
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