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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

 

 

 

Published by Poet of the Light

I like to steal your breath as you stutter to whisper the word beautiful after reading. I'm a poetic writer, an aberrational one of sorts. I don't write for the world seeking conformity to a style or some label of free expression, I permit my heart to whisper, while I serve as it stenographer and publisher. I'm honored my readers serve as its witnesses. What you may infer from this site; my hearts process or what it has to say, is strictly up to you to decide for yourself. I do appreciate comments in whatever degree of appreciation or criticism others feel the need to leave behind. I hope to respond in kind to them with a thank you openly or in a private conversation. Feel free to contact me if you so wish.

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