Sunday, April 15, 2012

Sometimes I'm Afraid To Say (Too Terrified To Speak)

These are the same murky swamps
that you hesitantly snatched up
in a crustaceous, red rock euphoria
And when you slipped on a bed of wet moss, ankle deep
You couldn't help but wade into
The brown water now lovingly pooling about your waist
then deeper, your face buried in my neck.

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