in his eyes


love laments
in his oceanic eyes;
poisoned waves gust,
white gulls float,
an old lighthouse
stands amputated.
the sea water
simmers in 
soot black,
tangerine starfish
crawl on the shores.
lone spiralled stairs
to infinite aches
I climbed.
and on deserted lands 
with no musk
I lived.
I'm suffocating.
he wouldn't let me surrender.
he wouldn't let me run.
there's no resurrection.
there's no forgetting.
Maybe on cold winter nights,
he'll let me be his Lolita;
he'll let me die neither loved nor unloved.


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