- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Survivor
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As the warm, sand-blown
Beach to a sodden, ocean-survivor
Are your arms
Around me.
And I will not
Seek rescue nor even
Welcome it.
Instead
I will seek the jungles
Within
The confines of your coast.
I will map
Your savage deeps
And dense woodland.
(The survivor rises
From the warm embrace
And smiles while
He looks off
Into the wild interior
And says:
"You are mine, now.
And I will
Not forsake you.")
- COMMENTS
GuiltyPleasureover 13 years agoThe double spacing wrecked this for me. It's a good idea, using the survivor as metaphor, but it was ruined for me by the abbysses between lines - sorry.
Tess
