Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

it’s too late now
to be where you are
lost, in the multitude of stars
and the universe that crowns your head

i grow bulbous with hunger
wrought like an ocean as the waves of me
go chasing each other - swallowing
distances and the horizon that
steals you from me

wrecked on the shores of twilight

i go marking the anchors of time
the nets that do not hold you
and me,
the woman harbour
you no longer moor at.


©2006

at least for now...

oh that harbour image...

Thanks for reading mnaz, much appreciated.
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so the flow of this is beautiful, like the gentle waves at the tip of a bay in the night. last january, i was in eilat, israel, at a fingertip of the red sea and this poem moves the exact way of the water there: rhythmically and slow, forcefully and constant and lovely. it's all beauttiful...but, damn, those first four lines are amazing!

your poesy is sexay.........................................