Drowned in the tide of a cotton shirt, and as it sang
In the wind
His salty breath was in the wake
And it burst like waves.
He dreamt of oceans and seas
As vast deep and blue as the earth could hold
His words, like sweet green algae, bounced
Off the shore rocks, they echoed in the seashells
And left a salty, funny taste in my ears.
His sandy laugh would echo
Throughout the beach, hitting palms and knocking coconuts,
Its melody, mellifluous and saccharine enough to make your capillaries burst,
Leaving your skin purple with pleasure.
A god-like creature rushed through his veins,
The makings of a Poseidon or an Adonis.
Crafty as a seagull, beautiful as coral
A minow, a crab, a turquoise reflection,
A singing whale in all his affection,
But as paradoxical as a desert sun hitting cool water.
He was a pair of naked feet in the sand,
Flip flops strewn across a warm summer land
The whole world and my heart were in his hand
And in the end, what died
Was nothing short of a man.
Written by: Niloo Farahzadeh
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