(1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

The Sea Is Deep

The pillow never hugs
it lays my head upon
is soft and sure.
Inside the burning bush
it feels,
the heat of passion roar.
and yet your mind I still.
Through out the mist
deny the shore the waves.
The sea is deep
and cool upon the toes.
A pebble tossed against
the boat I will.
The sail with wind is filled
and etched one face.

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Comments (1)

the pillow tries to hug but just mushes into somethin' you cannot get snug just not the same as the real stuff