Where you walk below the wrack line
the bereft sand has sunken underneath the weight of your impression.
Tossed violently ashore the rough waves have brought me to you.
will you hold me completely dear?
I’ve been waiting for your warm hands in the dark amidst the raging storms.
Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 4:35 AM UTC
Where you walk below the wrack line
the bereft sand has sunken underneath the weight of your impression.
Tossed violently ashore the rough waves have brought me to you.
will you hold me completely dear?
I’ve been waiting for your warm hands in the dark amidst the raging storms.