beauty, love, men, poetry, women


Tell the thousand

Years of storms

Which lash

My skin

Their lesson has

Been absorbed

The risk of

Living present

In the everyday

And the concerns

Seldom shared

But when

I am weak

I come to you with

The same hunger

As when I am strong

The same steps

But a different


And I say how I feel

Without shame

But some part of me

Knows the value of


This bitter ocean

Demands a steady hand

And there you stand

Calling my name

And I know

In your eyes

I am


Kiss the salt from

My lips




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