And to the waters I run when all they do is swim in me -
a dream not yet conceived is in those horseshoe-crab-rocking seas.
I strip my dress away from me -
a nude swim,
Giving my body back to the nature that saw me as God cast it aside to make
me.
YOU ARE READING
PERCHED PARCHED BUTTERFLY
PoetryYour voice is the paint I take to the sky, splattering it all over, so they can all know you're nigh.
Beach Babe
And to the waters I run when all they do is swim in me -
a dream not yet conceived is in those horseshoe-crab-rocking seas.
I strip my dress away from me -
a nude swim,
Giving my body back to the nature that saw me as God cast it aside to make
me.