Foam

F
All foam and fizz
It rushes up
Oceans ejaculate
Of pollution
Its stickiness
Creeps between my toes
Cold left overs, like
Remnants of a random’s kiss
Scudding from
Discontented wind
Froth blown then
Dissipates
No Aphrodite arises
Created from a cruel cut
Just the dirty mark
Where foam had been
We like to think of
Love’s beauty, yet in the end
Perhaps all we have left
Is the dirty mark

Where love has been

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