fdelano Posted March 14, 2012 Share Posted March 14, 2012 Steady rain makes it easier, standing naked with feet in the rising tide, trying to remember times we walked early in the wet sand for miles, hardly even talking, joined in our questing of the best times we could create. Now alone, that world has succumbed to mundane living. I, just to stay alive, in wasted pursuit growing stronger by the hour since you left for higher ground, away from the sea and that one-time only closeness we believed would never leave. What do you have now? What do you own with close holding in the nights? How could something true to the marrow become tainted just by another’s appealing words, another’s Adonis form? How could I have misread such warmth? The tidal pull becomes my craft to slide me beneath, enveloped with slick softness into my sudden but beautiful aqua home, as I give way to the flow, inhaling salty sea, becoming one with an uncaring world. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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