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 © Pj Bayliss | Year Posted 2016
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