Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Summer Tide

You bathed in my comforting warmth
A stiff pillar of barricaded cold
Like the support beam of an ocean pier
At high tide in an August southern sea

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Parched

 My love your love Acid Rain Pouring down on me I raised my face Drink it in Burning My eyes my throat So parched Thirsty for any Drop