Rhythm, You
quiet repose ...
slow rise-and-fall, hushed
tenderly rocked, rocked, rocked
my head on your breast, home again
heart thrumming tympans, soft ...
its secret mantra, should I e'er forget ...
"you're mine ... you're mine ... you're mine"
I, forsaken wreck upon your reef
what wealth hath a man
that be so sweetly ...
broken?
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Strand Pick C, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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