beauty, love, poetry, sex, women

be the ocean

The edges of you

Kiss my bare toes

You are there,

And each time I wade into you

Unsure if I will be whipped into the

Undertow

Or guided, pleading into your

Warm depths

There are days when you will

Slap the wind from me

Toss me ashore

Hammer needles of rain

Into my scalp

Until my brain writhes in its skull

(Its not true, but a little performance is fine

In a poem)

Because I handle you

Firm with care

Indulgent but not to the point

Where you’re spoiled

Curdled with being the masculine force

So, here, be the ocean

I will surf

Or dive

But I will

Bear you with everything I have

 

 

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