his love is an ocean's embrace
rocking me gently back and forth
until salt starts to caress my lips
making its way down my throat
until the waves carrying me to sea
grip my knees, drag me down
until my lungs fill with air
and all that's left is for me to drown
YOU ARE READING
the revisionist
PoesíaA revisionist changes history, but I am merely telling my story how it happened to me -- what a travesty that it makes me the revisionist.
