Blinded

by Chatty Owl

Cattle
set wild,
like gold fishes into the ocean –
wet scales
into unknown waters.
Literally.

Beating waves
die,
like me in your arms,
creating unforgivable foam,
that sizzles dry,
like my tears on a hot ground
of a cold ocean.

They evaporate
into grey clouds of dust
right into my eyes,
and thats what love is –
blind
-ed.

3 Comments to “Blinded”

  1. “… like gold fishes into the ocean…”
    memorable line in a fine poem.

  2. exceptional writing and rhythmic feel ~a terrific piece!

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