Lovers, we commenced, and the rain showered our sins.
We danced on that floating yacht until the morning light, naked, touching the wind with our scented skin, breathing intensity and desire.
The boat sank and the ocean washed me on the shore of loneliness.
Beloved, I wonder when did you transform into a mermaid?
I keep questioning my sanity.
I hear your voice, calling me, Amour.
Darling, I started to believe in mermaids.
One day, we will dance on that floating yacht again.
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Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoetryMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
