NaPoWriMo day 9: Echo in search for love (found poem)

You promised

Ocean rain –

do it clean,

police me.

 

A friend I call Desire

reads his words out loud:

“Oh, I like the way

you put me in the big house!

Your burning lips

on my finger tips..

 

Reciprocate:

this means nothing to me.

I’ve put my urge in the ice-box.”

 

If time is my vessel

(set the sail)

then learning to love,

is a change of skin.

 

Estuary,

won’t you take me?

Wasted whispers, faded secrets.

but no one could see the end.

Maja S. Todorovic

 

 

 

 

 

 

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