Blinded

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.

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