Canary Sunrise

You taste like sunscreen and seawater,

The itty-bitty lost gold of the Atlantic.

The map to you is hidden under sands

I could never dream of accessing.

Yet, I hunt you still in every sunrise.

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There is potential in the dream.

Potential in the hovering desire

Stuck in my molars, kernels of silver.

The guitar bemoans my suffering

And still, I feel nothing but hunger.

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Is that suffering, being this ravenous?

It drives the rhythmic hunting,

The nauseating tumbling of the sea.

It roils in my gut with the mania

Flirting in your pristine sclera.

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I can ruin that, if you give me a chance.

Give me a chance to touch you

And I promise a new addiction

Will flower in your adventurous belly.

Let me steal you away.

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At dawn, when the sun is fat with

All the promises it can't keep,

I'll knock on your windows,

Lasso a leash around your neck,

Drag you off on this next adventure.

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Your madness is mine to play with.

This sandbox of dreams?

My litter box for evacuating my insanity.

I ask for nothing but a bend in a knee

Willing to dirty itself anyway.