Friday, July 8, 2016


Across the sea
She waits
Abeyante and patient
While digital tide 
Goes in and out 
Kissing just her knees
As it rises to meet her
Then vanishes as silently
As it appeared 
Oh to be held by the waves
Oh to be drowned in its embrace
But fleeting kisses
Must suffice 
As her soul's only comfort

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