Perfect

I awoke on your shore.
The drunken tide threw me out
making me clutch the fine sand
to abide your fickleness.

I awoke on your shore.
Salt-bitten bruised lips.
Water-scorched lungs.
Dress torn at seams,

hanging over my body
like nightfall over the horizon
as I rise with a smile to my
ever-hurting feet.

I moved back towards you.
Hips swaying like restless waves,
back to your depths,
back to your core.

Reviews

[Alana McGuire]

Wow, you really have a way of painting images with every word you pen. Beautiful images of the shore and restless waves :)

"Water-scorched lungs."
"Hips swaying like restless waves,"

Amazing :)

[L]

I love this, especially the descriptions; the "drunken tide", "salt-bitten bruised lips" and "water-scorched lungs" :)

[Lucas Grasha]

You espouse excellence of a high caliber; your silver tongue is flawlessly written in words.

[screamin'ian]

Sultry, saline images. It seems as though you are "rising" to the occasion with a "smile" against the "drunken tide" that is his "fickleness." The depth of your passion is matched only by your dedication and commitment, as compared with the depths of the sea. Is it the sea that you "move back towards?"

[Kim]

such amazing detail, powerful read, haunting write and deep. Enjoyed this