Beach Leanbh

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I'm Needing More


“I’m needing more” she requests. No. Demands of me
Her eyes glossed – but from delight or sorrow I cannot tell
I set myself to sail her soul. A delicate and crystalline sea
Oh, to catch that wind, that fine flurry and ride her dip and swell

Though the water is clear, I can see no floor, no bottom to it all
Its vastness stretches past my eyes and brings me to my knees
Some may think I would feel alone in such expansive sprawl
But I know I sail with her and feel her kiss upon the breeze

Submitted: Friday, April 23, 2010
Edited: Saturday, November 12, 2011

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