All posts tagged: dartmouth

lilac, salt.

1. scent of drowsy-sweet lilac, and salt on my lips. a sailor’s arms, covered in sinking ships, black ink schooners, and furious sea monsters wrapping tentacled arms around his wrists. the sea and the stars move in measured procession, a whispering idea, in a walled garden. each contrived celestial oscillation, just a note in a plunging eternal rhythm. Advertisements