Prophesy

I'm a writer, Not shipwrecked, My letters won't be jammed in a bottle, Tossed to the sea. You're a reader, Not a beach, Why risk the surf, When you can swim within me. I'm a lover, Not a leader, My emotions swirl over, They consummate me. You're a spirit, Not a vice, Compulsion to live, Driving every need. I'm a soul, Not a being, Never there, Forever seen. You're a beauty, Not a disgrace, Out of my sight, Is out of place. I'm abundant in treasure, Always there waiting, When you seek luxury. You're a fruit from the gods, The thirst from your harvest, Fulfills my prophesy. (C)2016 PJ Bayliss
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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