Drowning… Angry, torrid, Waves towering, Green water thundering, Threatening, My life, losing… Longing to be saved. You see that in my eyes, Can’t you? Cradling your soft hands, Mine coarse, rough, calloused, Touching diaphanous, Silken skin, Porcelain you, Rarified, glorious, My life, needing… Longing to be held. You see that in my eyes, Can’t you? […]
Thank you for reblogging Bill’s beautiful poem.
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