Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2016
Like the sand that slips
from tired hands and
sinks beneath my feet,
you stick between my toes,
caught in a way that
irritates me.
Until I am swept off in waves
that can rid you from my keep;
I am letting you go slowly.
Roxxanna Kurtz
Written by
Roxxanna Kurtz  30/F/MA
(30/F/MA)   
549
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems