She was the black ocean
he wanted to drown in
The shower of ephemeral scents
he wanted to bathe in.
The ebb and flow of her lips
melted his concrete
Her gentle rhythms
diluted his core.
"Let's meet in Donne's little rooms," she said.
But he wanted every drop of her.
How do you contain infinity in a ceramic jar
you bought from the convenience store on sale?
The moon had nothing to do
with the high tides and the raging storm.
The weatherman never anticipated it.
The weatherman always expected it.
When dawn caressed her the next day,
The sun saw -
Broken pieces of a ceramic jar,
scattered on the virgin shore.
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