Drowning
~
Treading water,
drifting on jet streams
above setting suns,
reaching below to find that existence
is more than bobbing
up and down,
wishing the earth were still
as you make it move
breathing aromatic dreams,
filling my lungs with
sweet fragrance,
as I gasp for air,
my mouth opened,
suckling taut whispers
tickling my tongue
when palms sway upon
moistened flesh
peering down, peering up
as the tide comes
and I sink breathless
into the depths
of her love
~
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2020
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