Waves move
hidden
beneath the glassy surface
build swiftly
and meet with crashing voices
the willing boulders
They move
down
gently
return to their watery home;
energies contrasting
the wave
the stone
yet connecting
a complementary construct…
This is how you came to me.
An ephemeral form
leaving your mark
upon my obsidian skin
we crashed in the sun
my skin glistened
prisms
of you
I:
motionless
resisting
close-fisted
stoic
yet still, you came
You:
energy
voice
a rumbling
roaring
soothing syncopation
enough to make the stones succumb
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First off, welcome to 25hr! Loved both your poems, and I’m looking forward to seeing more!
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