poetry::.ocean of me

It would be a never ending cycle with you.
it would be just yur smashing AND dashing. "
laying down
crashing
on the sands of my sorrows
as we lay.

the depressed fish
gets to swim up stream
and plays with the strong smooth musclee
and plays around with THAT wetness
she is RICH.
and offers that sweet pearl
for a five minute smileee
and this fish is released
and the fish crys on down dripping onto that smooth strong muscle.

and everyone is covered in tears.
happy tears
sad tears...
cuz this cycle comes to a scary start-finish..
when mr.muscle man cant wipe those tears.
of sadness and regret
cuz fishing aint always in season in the ocean OF me..

this muscle carrier only comes in
hungry
smashes and dashes
lays down and crashes
all other ports are closed..
and the grains of sand
cant hold up pretty little beach house
when mr.man breaks it down at the docks..
under the boardwalk.


--trinuhh