June 7, 2005

  • Wreck Of The Courageous

    If would that my tongue could but utter

    these feelings sent careening

    over rocks silent and mute.

    The knot of my heart expands,
    beating, burning to be quenched
    in the foam of your sea green eyes.

    Waves rolling between us,
    my courage is flotsam and jetsam
    on your smile, rushes to me,
                recedes,
    and rushes back.

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