Aral Sea
Location
There she was, silked as can be
Her hands tasted frantic
As deep as the sea.
Shores I once knew
Were there no more
And the throbbing,
The pounding
Never rested ashore.
She spoke of a man
Who dried bone and wall,
With only quaff hands and such barren calls.
Yet her eyes remember I could not.
For they changed,
Changed in a night;
A brazen young woman,
To dry salts of oak blight.
He tried to tame her-
Her Dove gray pale soul-
Beguiled her heart in
A blink of an eye.
Oh my!
Oh time!
Oh what a lie!
And I tried to save her-
I begged her to shore.
My heart was a clock
It was ticking for more-
For I could not cope with
Him eating her soul.
He called her name,
Lured eyes opened wide.
And in sheer distraught
Waves washed her to die.
~Johanna Jimenez