www.whyville.net Nov 8, 2009 Weekly Issue



ImForLove
Whyville Poet

Baptized

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Love is a wave gliding softly towards our shores,
slowly . . . surely . . .
We lie down in the white sands, waiting,
digits crossed like T's, incomplete without both sides.

The moon dances freely in a cloudless sky,
illuminates our bodies, parallel and whole.

Time has given up (we fought tooth and nail,
gleaned the seconds out to save them,
shared them when we met.)

From two points set apart, division dies
(when I am hopeful.)

Love is the sky, bruised with hidden meaning,
capillaries 'neath have burst
and spread warm winds around us.

I become you.

The hours between the days are soot grey,
heart-wrenching . . .
Vision blurs and breaths are deep.
Deep . . . and secure.

This is my dream.
It lives, now, behind my ribs.

We will be baptized in the waves,
and flooded to the waist.

Our love will take us out to sea,
our love will take us out to sea,
our love will take us out to sea,

and we will sail.

 

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