Lighthouse
under guise
of drenching rain and despair
she harbors me
a lighthouse in the fog
drawing me into her soul
an attraction I cannot control
her splay attached across my whole
I can't help but come to her
to follow her current
circulating throughout my senses
driving me senseless
as forces fill up our air
I enter into her wake
laying down at the foot of admiration
eye to eye with the open sea
held taught in a place of contentment
where only a true soul shall breathe
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2022
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