Dear Jenn and the sea

Dear Jenn
—
She loved the sage.
She loved the sea .
She loved the ancient poets and ‘
I loved her.

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Her wanting skin and
her perfect face left me breathless.
Her laced words.
Left her empty and alone.
And me, just a fan of a wild storm that would not know peace.

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Her heart was broken pieces of despair and regret.
She cursed the want of love.
Her subtle heart yearn for quiet and peace.
In the deepness of the long and lonely night.
She wished love was true and the words spoken once were meaningful.

John Castellenas/Coyote