maybe




maybe it is a longing
for your salt on my lips

as you lay down
against the heat in me

and so I stumble
loosing myself in your wait

as the caressing thought
comes alive
listening to you breathing
as it expands
like the sea returning to the shore

and washing over me




Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-03 at 22:11

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Daybreaker
I like your texts. They are still, and express a feeling of thoughtfulness. Soothing.

Maybe "washing" is a better form in the last line? what do you think?

Thank you for a delicate read!
2007-02-04