Inkling 2023 - Flipbook - Page 14
Inamo
In me, a tempest rages
For thunder are her words,
and lightning her smile.
Defying my baser instinct,
Resisting my lust,
And swallowing my passion.
The waves roll up the gunwale
And small sloshes lick my face
Teasing, tempting, seducing.
Conscience and morality tightly grip me,
Tying me to my mast
So that I may hear her siren call once more.
The storm is over
She walks away
And the pall recedes overhead
Leaving only the lonely grey sky
That bears my soul
For the whole of the sea.
Unknowing, she toys with me.
Unknowing, she tears me in two.
Unknowing, she does toss my heart to and fro,
With her passing hello…
Overboard I go…
Left without,
I am a shell
A solitary man traversing
A dismal blue sea.
But hold!
HOLD!
I stand rigid
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But in the dark she stays
Dancing in blissful reveries.
Most of my mind is used
to recall all the minutiae
