Genetic Memory
GENETIC MEMORIES
The taste of sea rules in my blood
my spirit answers soar
a pound of chasing beats my heart
my feet stand wetting shore
There's no trite answer I can give
when screaming white night calls
This thrill is not a simple joy
To it I am enthralled
How passion’s seeds ignite in us
is not my word to say
But with spring bids the north bound seas
I know I'll be away.
V Anderson-Throop 2013
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013
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