broken mornings

find me washed ashore

from dreams that leave me shipwrecked

in my bed

tossed upon

the rocks of my desires

the crisp, white cotton

reduced to a tangle of heated sheets

gnarled and gripping my limbs

like seaweed

the surf pounding my flesh

icy, stinging, wet

the violence of the waves

mirroring the ferocity of my emotions

and as my reverie ebbs

I hold my breath

and wait for the sea

to engulf me

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