My Sea is Strong I confess, in the heart of night, I imagine myself cascading on my lover’s body. My jewel is a dead sea, salty and safe. Blessed lover soaked with my body. He who drags me to his shore. Who gathers the moans I sow in seashells. Who tosses my kisses back to the sea. Who knows stones are also carved by water. Who steals whatever I have with precision. Who recognizes when to replace what was stolen. This is how I love you, every second committed to your pleasure, but I never say it. I hide the salt crashing on your reef inside my veins.
hey remember me
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where have u been?
I took a year and a half out to edit my poetry. It proved to be a wise move, 13 of my poems have been published or are pending publication. How are you?
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