3/1/11

Ocean
By Shannon Kavanagh


Ocean.

Her hair was everywhere when I woke.

Sleeping next to her had been like

sleeping on the ocean at midnight.

The waves were black and lapped

at my cheeks. My hands. I feel the water

on my eyelids even now.

I feel it, most of all, on my fingers.

Press them to my lips and feel the kiss,

once again, of the sea in the dark.


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I'm currently a final year undergraduate at the University of York, where I'm reading for a BA (Hons) in English Literature and History.