Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Polished Molecules

Polished Molecules

She lived in a bottle washed up on the beach, I built her a castle of sand, she had a piano and one or two books and seafood kept her trim. She polished the molecules of the ocean's waves, I watched her from outside. I'd never met someone who lived in a bottle but she harmonised my soul. I cleaned off the sand and watched her play on the twinkling keys; her voice rose high until the bottle broke and we ran away across the hot sand beach...

Text by Trev Teasdel

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