We Turn to the Sea in Our Desperate Thirst

Your words, my words,
Our games in the rain.
No sticks and stones
Or metaphorical bones,
Just the shifting of weight
On a see-saw.
I'm losing muscle in pounds
And the seat shifts without
Comrades to balance me.
Momentum building,
My body free-falling.
When I hit the mud,
There's no one to clean me up.

Reviews

[theladygraceling]

I really love the first stanza (Your words...see-saw). The rhyme and meter is really good. It is almost song like. I like this. Nicely written.