I leave it to the reader. Thank you.
I was there with you
In that cave
Burying myself in darkness
The smell of the sea
Sand on my back, in my hair
I burrowed into your dark depths
Wild as the sea sound
The tide coming in.
I remembered to breathe (you taught me well)
My friend
Viennese waltzes billowed past
fire and water, and the seas sizzled
and spent.
It is quiet now
The cold water laps at my flames
The fire all but out.
Still - the sizzle remains and
The smell of the sea on your warm flesh
fierce kisses
and the sand still sticks to my back.
Poetry by Laurel Moss
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Written on 2007-03-14 at 14:44
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Out of Time
For a moment out of timeI was there with you
In that cave
Burying myself in darkness
The smell of the sea
Sand on my back, in my hair
I burrowed into your dark depths
Wild as the sea sound
The tide coming in.
I remembered to breathe (you taught me well)
My friend
Viennese waltzes billowed past
fire and water, and the seas sizzled
and spent.
It is quiet now
The cold water laps at my flames
The fire all but out.
Still - the sizzle remains and
The smell of the sea on your warm flesh
fierce kisses
and the sand still sticks to my back.
Poetry by Laurel Moss
Read 353 times
Written on 2007-03-14 at 14:44
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