M. Teresa Blaylock

Rookie (03-07-1978)


Your ocean eyes have touched my tortured soul
Like heated waves upon a rocky strand;
And like the sand beside a tumbling sea,
I melt beneath your gentle, knowing hand.

Now here in ancient waters, bathed in sun,
All lost in dreams, I float upon your scent;
Within your arms, no thoughts of loss intrude;
No will have I to wonder where they went.

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