in the sea pool
of your love
at ankle depth
wearing the thin
line of the surface
as a bracelet
on my flesh… Token
of your love,
never to be heard
never to be seen
only to be felt.
Dipping my feet
though yearning
to dive, dive into
the sea pool of
your love… Knowing
damn well,
knowing for a fact,
how your beauty
inebriates me, how
your raw strenght
attracts me like a
fly, over a jar of
honey, like a moth
to the light.
Well aware, that
staring from the
bank, wearing
nothing but a handful
of sunrays, standing
straight as a plank,
one last breath, hanging
on the edge of my lip,
if I give in, I’ll jump
head first, no second
thoughts before splitting
the waters, before
sinking so deeply
into your meanders
that I’ll never see
the light of day
again. My hair dancing
through your waves,
lungs drowned in
the memories, deeper
and deeper, and I
would wonder… While
this sweet agony is
wrecking me, my Love
do you even feel
me founder?
Cyranny's Cove 
How delicate and delightful, yet pulls at one’s heart at the same time.
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Thank you so much Jacqueline 🙂 I am glad you enjoyed the mind wandering xx
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wow, this is sooo powerful cyranny. i loved it. ❤ xxx
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Thank you 🙂 So happy you enjoyed it!! I hope things are going well back home for all of you 🙂
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Wow this is truly breathtaking. I love the line “wearing the thin line of the surface as a bracelet” Truly one of the best poems I have read in a long time.
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Well thank you Rachel!! *Blushing* I am so glad you enjoyed your reading 🙂 Funny, this specific line is the image it all started from…
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That line is strong! 👌
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Thank you again! xx
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