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Divine Magnetism
I am holding your eyes, feeling your words,
The waves gently overwhelm me, coaxing,
Pulling me under and luring me in.
Recede, leaving me freezing, shivering.
I am holding your eyes. If you were wise,
You would hold me. Feel your words. Yet with sage,
You are waiting, for her, testing your faith.
The cold kisses my bones and I ache.
The current rocks me and I am sleeping
Finally. Before, I gave up all my nights
to your watery words. You are walking
And I am drowning in the dark, silent.
With choking breath, I get closer to the shore each day.
You move, with God’s sea, away.
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Annabelle Bentley
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