beauty, love, poetry, women

Waves

Swimming through

Oceans of beauty,

Febrile youth

Considered couture

Cosmetics as masterpieces

Perfect and inconstant

As pavement art

Wired to each wave and current

But you,

In absence

Or presence

Make me blind

Blithe to them all

Even as they smile

Simmer for my words

But you draw me down

Until my lungs

Are full with you

But I breathe deep

And feel the strength

Flow through my veins.

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