Speaking To Me

She is speaking to me

In the gentle moving waves

The blowing roaring sounds

In touches that move to and fro

The circumference of my soul

She is speaking, speaking since time

To the eyes and ears that came by

Per chance transported into her belly

Or swallowed but only to cleanly lick

Maybe once like has ever been done to their own

Oh come where is your hand?

Let me hold you while I shake them

Your transparent waves

Lined by the curves of their weeds and empty cans

Oh come give me your hands

In the middle of nowhere you are

Why not with me far from home

The setting sun will blind my eyes

While jealousy climb high into the skies

When it touches again at the curve

My face was covered in tears

While the beam reflected by your face I embrace

Was it fate that led me away

When I could have jumped into your clear waters

My life to lose just to be in that world with you?

© Emperor Leander David

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