Tide of sleep now comes in

Oceans of fatigue wash over me.

Visions in my eyes . Play my senses 

My island I lie on keeps me safe

Tempest rages around me 

Boiling surf, crashes my emotion


I stare at you looking down on me

Haven of calm, silken  soft

Silken gown, brushing my face

Skin glistening in the shadow

Sweet breath washing my cares


Our flesh as one , pressed in the moment.

A gasp of breath, expelling a cloud of angels

Lips parting  , slowly releasing the honeydew 

Of heavenly summer rain.

Drenching the soul.


31/10/2022. 22:20-23:18

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Pete (edbreathe)

Wed 2nd Nov 2022 16:27

Thanks very much Stephen, appreciated

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 2nd Nov 2022 08:26

A fine, intense poem, Pete.

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