Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Know Me

Standing at the edge of the bank I watch with pleasant solitude hovering over the sea Life behind me Death before me Peace nipping at my soles I step further into the sea, her call beckoning me Where art thou, doth she whisper Cometh unto thee Her words so sweet Her touch so all consuming Every inch of me Warm enchanting ecstacy I race forward dying to lose myself in the all encompassing sea Losing myself to surrender helplessly at her mercy Dying to see the bittersweet look of satisfaction knowing that she has known me

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