My arms wait for you wide open
As if they were a bay.
No, not with the restrictions
Of a bay,
But as if were a gulf
With the longings to hold
The deepest of sea.
As leafs I pull my desires off
Like an ancient tree
That has no hope
To go green again.
And all I wish
Is that you
Come home
Metamorphosed
In a huge
Tsunami
And clean
Every single one
Of my deepest
Wounds.
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