Alone on the beach,
the sea producing our love rhythm.
As it beats the rock,
our body sway
in one unified system.
The bright night sun
bestows its light on us,
I and my lover,
hand in hand,
heart to heart.
And as I tell this tale,
the events forever etched in my head,
I remember vividly,
even the moon danced.
YOU ARE READING
Words on paper
PoetryIt's like a fire a growing flame, going higher. It is building up, an uncontrollable wild fire. It is consuming, choking, I can't breath. I've got to let it out someway, somehow, I've got to relieve this weight, I've just got to let go.
