His love for me is like the sea, As deep as it is wide
Seaswept by him
Stormed by blue eyes
Sucked in
I'm debris in his whirlpool
I'm driftwood on his tide
I'm held in squalling waters
I'm anchored by his sighs
Soaked to the skin
I'm pulled under
Comments
Wendy Hollis
Thu 15th Apr 2010 16:41
I loved this! 'Soaked to the skin I'm pulled under'!
I have just found this too and it is lovely, full of longing and a sort of helplessness, that's how it seems to me anyway.
Also terrific. How did I miss this last year? Thanks for reading and commenting on Waiting For Mummy.
Hi Louise, had it been raining heavily when you wrote this? Ha, its lovely really, see you thurs at Wigan, Jeff X
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joe kozarzewski
Fri 3rd Jul 2015 16:43
I like all the words in this poem, which feels very heartfelt!