Washed Away
Your kiss it brings me to my knees. My mind is swirling. I feel myself sinking, being pulled down. My arms are useless, I cannot swim. Your current is dragging me further away. I gulp for breathe. Glorious air. But only your lips on mine is my reward. Slowly I feel myself relax. I'm melting into your arms as I'm slowly washed to shore. And then we part. I still feel dizzy. I look up at your face. And there it is. That look you give so well. Our eyes lock and I feel you in my soul. How could I ever live without this?A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Lulu47’s Poems (1)
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