She had always been drawn to the sea,
so it wasn't a surprise when she found solace in a glassy eyed girl with hair like a siren.
Salt burned her scraped knees,
and her trembling legs froze as the tide hit her,
the sand made its way up her thighs,
but oh how she craved the feeling.
Her kisses felt like cold stones,
and her cuddles engulfed her like the bitter waves.
The way she looked at her was like the sea breeze,
her smile was the water pulling back from the shore.
She left a trail on her heart,
like footprints on the beach.
YOU ARE READING
the city
Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
