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Click hereI sit beside her and drink her in.
Admiration is never enough and she beckons.
I believe she craves the act of my surrender
and the final plunge of my body into her being.
There will come a day when I answer her call
and immerse myself and my soul into her,wholly.
Head first, eyes open, teeth-bared wide smile
grinning like a madman.
The first assault will be her chill,
as she flows like Earth's blood
from beneath three hundred sixty-five feet
of quiet and crushing solitude.
Saluda, Saluda,
I whisper as she courses along.
Take my breath away.
Court me to the edge of the ocean.
Wet and swollen, I follow.
i really liked it. you should check out some of my stuff. i'd like to see what you think. again...very nice.
I love the way that you don't drown the reader in detail but leave them to work on the poem for themselves. beautiful use of language - no words wasted.
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i've been going through some of your oldies, but goodies, and boy, you don't disappoint. this is a gorgeous arrangement of vocabulary. makes me glad for every second my eyes spent traveling these lines. thsnk you.
I think it's more difficult to write a poem worthy of a green E than it is to write a story. Congratulations.
It's a gift to write so few words and to say so much. You are truly gifted with your skill for the language.
I have heard comments on this poem and saw your link to the Saluda...and finally got over to read it! Thank you for the trip in this consumption, this letting go, theis journey to end all, beautiful and yes, chilling!