WATER

Water


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
ishallwrite
rosevoc2
for poemhunter.com