Not landscape.
Not background.
That morning
He was morning
Rising and breaking
And whisper and rush
Savior and specter
...salty,sensual,licking,tickling,
Laughing
I said,
“I think
I’ll be
Not background.
That morning
He was morning
Rising and breaking
And whisper and rush
Savior and specter
...salty,sensual,licking,tickling,
Laughing
I said,
“I think
I’ll be
A mermaid.”
.
1 comment:
I enjoyed your poem.
Looking forward to more.
Take care,
John M
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