Ebb

So languidly he moves across my bed
As if he were the water floating free
Then languor dammed the force within his veins
His listless love now drifting from my shore
I languish in the sheets of love becalmed
Left high and dry deserted by the tide

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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