A Shore Thing

I wrote his name on my hand near the newborn shores,
But it was washed away with the current and my heart's prior sores.
I screamed his name in the dark hoping no other lover would hear,
But my heart filled with guilt and my mind with fear.

I saw him walk to the end of the ocean in my dreams,
I felt him unstitch my bleeding life's seams.
I felt his hands like water and mine like rock,
There he was, so empty of shock.

His hand in mine, he now leads me to the sea,
And we crumble to the dust in which we will always be.

Reviews

[B-poet]

This is a fine piece of eloquent writing. It's very heartwarming and endearing as well. Great write. A compelling read. :)

[Mark]

Succinct and wonderful. You describe your every wound, and proclaim him the balm which will heal them. You admit your every pain and fault, and permit him the repair of them. This level of vulnerability is in itself a strength. Very nice work.

[krish]

Today i've no word;s to say......i wanna give u just 97/100.........
really it's awesome..................
carry---on.........
beautifully described.........

[zainul]

Lovely poem.
Congratulations!

[Becky]

Beautiful.



That is all.

[Clockwork]

I liked how you established each lover as an element at the start of the poem and showed how those elements separate each other as apposed to creating unity. Well done!