Ripples

Her flesh held ripples Dawn on the tide Sunlight kissing ebony Lips dipped to her thigh Floating on the waves Her body was still Upturned to the night These were her words The whispers blanketing light She spoke of poverty Flesh peeling with each passing storm Surely she would change Surely I would see The sea watched me As I watched she Ripples flooding Deep Mirroring I weep. Seeing she Being. Me. Peeling With each passing storm. Floating on the tide... (c)2012 by: TY Lightbourne