Admittance

Dark red moonlight

Ripples- never end

In these silent waters

I feel them crashing

Her salty whispers

Seep in my wounds

Make me want her

More than I should do

Still I must draw within

As my lips quiver- blue

 

I sat under the same sun

For one too many days

But I don’t care- I’ll wait

For her soothing words

Of rouge wet lips so appear

Arriving in just in time

And quench my thirst

Before the last tide out

Upon these silent ripples

That still- hold her image

In cloudy eyes taking me…home

 

Poet of the Light © 2018

 

 

 

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