The seafoam grants me wondrous things
Smiling and caressing me so
As I make my way along the shore
It takes me where I must go
She is genial to me in those moments
Drawing me in like a fool to her flame
I waltz along with the breeze
And all I can think of is your name
She wipes away my footprints
Leaving me aimless in the sand
But I have no cares at all
She provides for my every demand
She melts my sweet Galatea
Turns to flesh those hands of stone
For a time they're soft against me
And for a while I am not alone
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
