Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Waves.

The waves are crashing hard tonight,
They rumble the windows,
Dark,
Cold,
Cold and wet.
Misty haze and salty dreams,
Fill the air like a drunk breathing fire,
Unavoidable.
Chunky sand full of fleas;
Ones that you can't shake,
Because you can't tell they're there.
This damn black cloud,
Rumbling my windows.
I'm trying to sleep.
I can taste you,
On my lips,
Feel you in my veins,
The hair stands up on my neck to think,
So close. 
So far.
So hot.
Now cold?
This night lingers on,
The waves rumble.