He holds me in his palms.
Everything is calmer there.
It's like a rock surrounded by water.
The soft overwash of the waves.
The dark blue waters of his eyes,
Drowned me in the reflection of moonlight.
My breath taken, as his just begins.
Shrouded in the blanket, it was dark.
So, very, dark.
I often find myself here...
In the dark...
kept a peice of the dark within myself....hiding.
It is cold, it is quiet between my fingers.
The darkness will linger, warming up
inside of him, growing within him,
Until...until what?...
The ocean washes over me again.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
