The Crevices of Stubble

I want to swim

in your skin,

wandering the scuba

crevices of stubble

on your chin,

stroking the ache 

of desolate

in your eyes,

bathe in the ebb of flow 

of your veins,

watering the roots of fervor 

lodged in your head,

so drown me under,

so I can’t float.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

last two lines are a real kicker..

just floating.. can seem unbearable to some

but drowning entirely really is much more then the eight required glasses a day..

seriously though.. you so very often add that little twist in your writing like the inside of a wave..

ennnnjoyyeedd.. :)

[demureminds]

Thank you (:

[Tai Ryens]

Longing to mend another's heart, when you cannot even do the same for yourself. Amazing metaphor.

[demureminds]

thanks! (:

[kublakhan27]

I love the metaphors in this...this one's going into my library :)

[demureminds]

Thanks! :D

[kublakhan27]

No problem :D