Author: Macotee PM
A poem I wrote after the thoughts and imagery kept coming back during my drive home after work. It's a little dark, but it was a joy to write.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Fantasy - Words: 59 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-03-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3097963
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Down in the depths
swirling through the currents
dancing with the water life.
Her eyes sharp,
her voice ready,
looking up for the tell-tale shadow.
Where is her sailor?
to end her pain
her heart wrecked with desire.
Her arms long for the warmth of a man.
Too bad they go cold so quickly.