Wet

Something
will go wrong
again
after we fix
and affix
ourselves
to each other
like the oars
in our hands
pushing
propelling
gliding
forward
through
the waters
that carry us
cover us
wet our appetite
for more
nights spent
turning
each other
inside out
until we are
wet
washed
so clean
everything
we tried to hide
will be
shining
desperate
begging
to be accepted
if not
forgiven
or loved.

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
7-8-17

 

 

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