simile
        
an ocean, you said,
is like sadness:
waves gathering
restlessly rushing its shores
the sand weeps its presence
it leaves for a time
yet always returns --
So should the taste of the tear
on your face when I kissed you
        surprise me?

 

Jon Bohrn (1998) ("Last Days of May")

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