You were the guiding
moonlight and I was
the lone adventurer
who took so much time
guessing if it was
a wolf's howl that I
heard or someone's
wailing and I decided
to stop and just wait
till the sun is up
I am such a coward
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoesiaI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
