Today's poem is by Zachary Schomburg

Love is When a Boat is Built From All the Eyelashes in the Ocean

When the bats
from the mouth of
the cave
hold on tight
at my waist.

If I fall
into the ocean
bury what washes up
beneath the mattress
of my first bed.

When our eyelashes fall out
it does not mean we are about to die
it means we are about to be saved.

We should look
directly into the sun.

We should
expect a boat.

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Schomburg All rights reserved
from Scary, No Scary
Black Ocean
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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