FROM THE COLLECTION: And we call that love?
I’m a gentle lake before sunrise,
You’re a boat rushing on my surface.
Expecting me to enjoy your ride,
Intimidating my peaceful tides.
Boys and their toys,
Too blinded to observe the language of bodies.
A man would take a swim in my waters,
Feel the spontaneity of every breath.
You could be diving deep into my curves,
Not disturbing a single wave of my femininity.
But it takes the bravery of a true swimmer,
To trust the unpredictable wild waters.