Wanting Drew Poem by Ruth Verch
Wanting Drew
Two perfect blue pools of light reflecting a heart so pure, so golden. Pulling me into thier depths making me eager for more. I am a slave to thy laughter; to the voice I hear wherever I go. Soul connections running high. I am at ease, in a state of exhilarating anxiety. Come dance in the light of day. Cool your feet in my waters. I am awaiting your radiant glow. Warm me to my bones. Make a rabbit of me.
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