What Depth
She is so shallow,you grow weary of wading.
Danger without depth
is hardly worth the risk.
But you cannot hope
to swim this ocean
on just kind words
and raw emotion.
I've been to the wading pool too-
washed with words,
pained with pleasure.
I refuse to go again with you.
What else have you got?
What depth?
Poetry by Kathryn Watson
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Written on 2007-03-27 at 00:35
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