Sea – Page 2 – Molten Poetry

Suspending

As these cresting waves break,
sea foam tries to take me
by the ankles,
drawn out,
to be
one
with
the

Whiskey’s wounds,
infected,
leave an evil smell
on the lips of the sailor, Continue reading “Damned to the Amber Waves” →

I call upon
the western seas,
whose sea foam fingers
are ‘ever reaching, Continue reading “Western Seas” →

Seas, sea salt,
see the walls.