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kissing my face, the ocean breeze caressed against my skin. the sun's ray held my cheeks. held me tight. the ocean breeze kissed my lips. salty, like his skin. the water danced for me, suductively. the waves rolled in. each looking like a different nude woman, dancing for my attention. i flick the ashes of the cheap cigarette on the warm sand. the sound of the surf replays its haunting melody. like it did once. in the memory that festers in my skull. looking to the left, there is no one. just sand. i look down. the breeze takes grains of sand away from me. like i'm a disease. i look to the right. there's my almost empty box of cigarettes &my beer. flick. reddish pink stains on the filter of my cigarettes. i put the beer up to my lips, watching the waves. the rest of my lipstick is on the rim of the the bottle. as i drink, i watch the water dance. my face is warm. i listen to the melody. i feel the kisses. i feel the hugs. i feel his hands run up my sides. i can feel him brushing
my head becomes light. lifting off my shoulders. raising to the ceiling. gliding out of the open window. begins to float off to the stars. spinning completely out of control. smiling the whole way, i suppose. i'll tell you how beautiful &peaceful the world looks from space.. .
now that i'm free. . ..
trickle down my veins, my sweet, sweet poison. venture through the depths of my body. to my toes. to my finger tips. i want to feel the warmth of my face. the posion of temporary happiness. the poison of visual beauty. lovely poison. you make me feel so beautiful. &sometimes, you make others think i'm beautiful. i want to feel his lips against mine. i can taste the poison on his lips. in his mouth. my senses are extra sensitive. one touch makes me warm. makes me free. trickle more &more in my veins. my head becomes too heavy for my neck. i'm too heavy for my legs. sweet, sweet poison. make me fall asleep into a deep slumber. into a long slumber. where i'll wake up &forget all my problems. all my faults. i'll forget everything that's wrong with me. where the world is absoultely perfect. but when i really wake up, if i wake up, everything is the same. but a little bit worse. sweet, sweet poison. never leave my side.
the green grass tickled my partically exposed back. i pulled my shirt down to prevent it. my arms stretched out. the hair on my arm raised as the wind blew it's icy breath on me. the wind moved my hair slightly. i sunk more into the grass to keep warm. i was comfortable lying on this green mattress of earth. watching. watching the clouds float &dance into shapes &figures. they revealed themselves to me. i watched them. watch. dance. float. dance. watch. float. watch. dance. dance. move away. move away. the clouds drifted off. i suppose they got offended at me staring at them while they danced.
i roll over to my side. thinking. the dance. the floating. the abandonment.
i thought about when i used to look at the clouds. &they danced for me for hours without moving away. they danced for me. because i took notice of them. i watched them everyday.
now. i have other things to deal with. the times when i laid out in my four-post green bed became less &less. the clouds took notice of my absens
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