Him
August 10, 2017
He is a body of water I never tiptoe around
I plunge headfirst arms firmly at my sides
The depths are intoxicating, I breathe all the same
You drowned in him, but I discovered aqueous life
Silence. He welcomes my thoughts
Showering in bliss, bloodstream crashing against my skin
I feel alive in never ending foot after foot of serenity, happiness
With the strength of an ocean he caresses me like a wave upon a shore
His kiss is rain pouring across window glass
A crystal clear persona, no lies, no hurricanes of deception
Only a flood of rebirth of our souls intertwined to the earth’s core
This is love.
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