My Love

October 1, 2013 at 7:51 PM (Poetry)


My love has hands like the sea.

Rough and callused, the

way shells cut my feet.

The waves knock me over,

turbulent and passionate.

His hands are soft like seaweed

flowing over my body, gently

smoothing through my hair.

Able and determined,

the tide coming in with a crash

sustained and full of life.

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