Lamentations.

The risk of bowing our knees
on the ocean's glaze,
foam tickling our naked legs,
believing the water will
support us and never leave us
condemned or marooned.

Those sweet words
you sang to me
were swept by my
obstinacy,
but I hear them again
in the slow rolls
of this body,
as you are an inch
away from my body,
eyes flooding with
due tide.

Summer nights
can't resist you
and neither can I-
yet I awake
not finished resting
at 7 am to fish
for our reflection,
the salty shore
you hooked onto
my nape a script
I wish to memorize...

but I find summer
gone, destroyed.

Payback, autumn chuckles
with its plastic smile,
as I try to convince it
he has not forsaken me.

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Written 7/28/13 @ 1:49 PM

Baby Rainbow's challenges from these random prompts:

The risk
those sweet words
can't resist you
payback
summer nights
plastic smile
condemned