Natioanl Poetry Writing Month (Remove filter)
Irish Sea
The waves carry you and I to meet
each creeps a little closer to my feet
I am waiting inside the rain for you.*
I retreat, stung by approaching tide
I turn my back and try to hide
The blistered, bitter rain that engulfs me.*
Hopelessly pulled back, my mind
succumbs to salty kisses entwined
...Sunday 7th April 2013 8:56 am
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