Saturday 13 November 2010

Tie

your intention was not to hurt me
I am now sure of that

impetus decline was already steep
before you caught on

over the rim beneath the waterline, I fell
while once -still sure- on shore we sat

wrapped now in your soothing arms
your lips whisper a mantra in rhyme

take my breath away
and fill me up with light

… but I can never find myself
when I find myself
in darkness

adjusting to drowning

and I wake up

in the middle of the night


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