Poetry by Abigail Davis 12/11/2009
We were swimming, floating rather In shallow water Rocks hurting the soles of my feet You pick me up, Hold me in your arms we were swimming, floating rather cradling me like a baby still floating in the Mediterranean water You look at me and say, “You know, I love you” Then, to make sure I understand and because you couldn't believe it yourself, you softly whisper to my cheek “I love you” for the first time in a long time I am absolutely calm We were swimming, floating rather Comments Comments are closed. |
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