Words and Waves

The summer of my sixteenth year
brought storms
that rivaled winter
and swells that swept the shores
And you and I,
we combed the beaches
for poetry
You’d find alliteration
lost like laurel leaves
in the seaweed
And I’d stumble upon
scattered like broken shells
in the sand.
In those halcyon days
I wanted nothing more than
to be a ship upon your sea
to feel your prose
beneath me
To wreck myself upon
your rhythm
To spend eternity
wading in the shallows
of your rhyme
And oh to sink beneath
your voice
and sleep.

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