The_masqueradeby E.P. Robles18 Jul 2014

Time, like now I wish to be there
the memories of winds and sand
seagulls screaming to me --
let her run wild into the waves
and the greenish waters beyond -- crush me
a line between pleasure and fear;
the pleasure rising, fear drowning, choking
throat-divine love
and tides pulling everything away from shores

:: 07-17-2014 ::