delusion

I.
Im kind of like the ocean blue, I thought.
(but, then, everything reminds me of my ocean.)
Her salty skin, patiently, deflects
Shattering,
spectrums bleed pastel.
A heavy sun, slipping , reflects
sliding/ colliding under the horizon.
Violent/gentle likeblack noise
rewind
Fade to bright.
light/ fading
night.


II.
Im kind of like the ocean - faded, I thought.
(but, then, everything reminds me of my ocean.)
Her salty breath,
Under hushed layers
It always whispers, subliminal
sounds, of far away
aquatic/static like
a symphonic cacophony.
hush/roar/listen
Dont listen to me.
Quiet.


III.
Im kind of like the ocean - destructive, I thought.
(But, then)
Diamond adorned by destracting
California moonlight.
accessorized well, but -
(well, the leaves, here are still green in late November.)
Aesthetically lying,
Deceptively inviting.
Relentless/ reducing
Impermeable Cliffs, even
to soft sand stretches, corpses
of coastlines/conquered
submarine secrets slide ashore
(submerge, you want to.)
Listen to me, dont.



IV.
Im kind of like the ocean, cold - I thought.
(but then, like I said)
Some/most/every
Day, Im sprawled, intoxicated,
washed up in her skirts, I hear
her, commiserating
ebb/flow/dont I know
Ive lived.
Here my whole life, too.