The Cave
Before going out I come in, the entrance is.
Inside are lip's the darkness hide's.
The rock's are round, well worn the side's.
Can I find a way out to?
Moist the sand and wet the air, I live and breathe.
Standing in the middle of.
Water runs between my legs and flows down in.
My kisses are as kisses be.
Sunlight is gone, moonlight I see.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2023
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