To me you are pretty
Like frosting on a cake
I desire to touch you
To play with the soft soap between my fingers
And to kiss the salt on your skin
As you swirl over sand
I lay by your side
The shallows hug my edges
The sun warms my face
Wrap my curves and dips in seaweed and forth
Shells of pearl and cotton
Bejewel and bewitch passers by
Sea glass calls like sirens to strangers gaze
Entrancing bewildered stares
They don't understand love
Love is one step close to separation and drowning
If I sway backwards you can no longer reach me
Your cold fingers can no longer coarse through my hair
Your voice can no longer whisper me to sleep
Instead I am walking with strangers on the shore
But if I become vulnerable, and allow your hypnosis to consume me
I hear only silence
The blue becomes an abyss
My lungs are filled with only you
My voice is swallowed by the overwhelming swell
Our love is like sea foam
To others a mere outline, fragile and fleeting
But the foam highlights our interlaced forms
From the depths of the ocean to star painted fringes of sky
The sea foam blends our souls
Forever intertwined
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Dog Collar
PoetryA collection of poetry. This ranges from love to abuse, nothing is pretty or perfect but wholeheartedly honest. This just a processing of life events that otherwise I couldn't explain.
