Saturday, February 13, 2016

real love

I stand among questions,
washed upon
a timeless shore,
torn between
what I think is me
and where I want to go,

teased by the sweet pain
of elusive arrivals,
and a kiss of breath
that's touch and go,
I lie out in the wilderness
stripped to an empty core,

do I have a voice, I ask?
to choose who or what to love?
while friendly waves
caress and carry me,
to the blue depths
beyond, and above,

how can I hold back the ocean,
that drives me, and leaves me
wanting more?
how can I be a virgin,
and escape the pain of love
on this broken human shore?







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