Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Drawn


she was just a spit
past pretty, but her
eyes
were sharp and
her shoulders
strong
I curled around her neck for 3
months
watching the water
waiting
for a light
knowing I would eventually
crawl back
to myself
or the loss of my self
either one
the same
direction
part of the same horizon
hidden behind the same
loose sail
devoid of push
lacking of pull
home
unfortunately
for both of us.