sailing inside

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capped tips lap quick on wet toes
foamy rush fast flush rhythm grows
while inside i'm sailing across the deepest blue

green eyes, quiet surprise in the depths of the lake
cool air smiling there with every breath I take
and still inside I'm sailing across the deepest blue

sheets full, tugs and pull, laughing at the tangle
holding tight, shimmering light, anchored in a wrangle
and now inside I'm sailing, tacking ever closer to you.

Comments

Anonymous said…
That pull of sea. The love for sailing. Very well told.
September 6, 2007 at 9:58 AM
sister AE said…
Beautiful sounds! I had to read it out loud. Twice.
September 6, 2007 at 10:19 PM
Tumblewords: said…
Fantastic! It reads well and sounds perfect, too!
September 7, 2007 at 2:47 PM

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