my wife draws me out and washes me all over


you're unstoppable tide


you're unstoppable tide
run to estauries of my desires
the rivers of my blood
my spirit in flood
of a valentine epiphany

my dreams turn to dust
in the glare of your eyes
your laughter gamely fills
the marrow of my bones

your tides ever rising
create fresh rivulets





Poetry by mark nwagwu
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Written on 2011-03-14 at 14:04

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautiful metaphorical poem. How love never dies. Thankyou for sharing - you have a way with words. 5/5.

Regards,
John.
2011-03-14