The Sailor's Arms
By kenp
Strong winds pelt tar-blackened skies, clouds disappear into deep sands where strong hands hold steadfast. Waves begin their relentless rush, lashing ever higher then, seaweed entangles, tentacles wrench, committed then into dark lonely depths. Pounding tides forestall protest within, leaving the shore, unreachable. Submission is easier then. Strong arms hear silent pleas, slip through the gloom, gently lifting the pain, enfolding you in the solace within the sailor sailing your solitary seas. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 06:25 AM PST 0 • 12
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