Let me sit on the sands with you, this is my caesura
i'll tell us a story, one that is true, i'll keep this surer.
in places far, wide, and the oceans enigmatic tide
foaming at the shore, clawing at my noble insides.
need i to tell this tale, before the month of december
the poems we'll write and the names we'll remember.
let your overwhelming presence, fill my sweet soul
release me from this outershell, it feels so near cold.
today i'm waiting for your answer, please come
my darling rock , soften into pebbles skimmed for fun
your stares of passion and denial intrigue my youth
soft wet winds, im fading, yet im still sleuth
like good ole country singers, i'll express my needs
come now or say when, then no more will i plead
look at the sun, its setting on your skin, so thin
hurry your mind, savour this lonesome whim
be the latter, stranger be gone from my mind
proceeding this would be no longer be kind
take my literature, my poetry, my immaterial emotion
save this for later,in life this moment remains..unbroken
im no orator, dearest, try to stay alight
in my thoughts, keep in sight...and we'll be alright.(*)
