Writing words of love to the sea.
I write words of love to the sea
my mistress so far from me here
in the grey light and night of the city.
I write words of passion for the waves
that lap my skin when close
that makes me come alive when I think
of her and take a path to her blanket.
I write a passion for the great emptiness
of my desire when away
for the solitude of when we are together,
when I glide deep inside her
and only come up for air when it is almost too late.
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