Tuesday, January 26, 2016

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I seem to go to
these places

the ones I love when
I am
in your love
when I am
your love

So free
in those moments
so
vibrantly peaceful
so
alone together

waves are
our rhythm

lost amongst the current
we may
always be

so I find us
at our
seat by the sea

Friday, January 22, 2016

Her ocean body

there is no particular way about her
she will go where she pleases
with grace
sometimes wild abandon
a devastating fascination
you never fully grasp

a depth you may see
unless you remain
lost on the surface
not intrigued
by the mysteries
that lie in the deep

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