I love you,
even when I drown
when the tide writes over me
with ink
and blood.
Desire claws at the air between us,
away from the lighthouse,
away from safety.
This is my confession,
lost in the storm,
a whisper
swallowed by the sea.
In my heart of stone,
in the frost of my veins
you are the pulse
of forgotten hopes
and memories.
I shatter the frame
they put me in
to grow into my own skin.
You are my shadow.
And this is the shape
you take
in my book of life.
reflections of an unquiet mind 
A very powerful piece. Your poetic output continues to astonish me, Cathy.
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I admit, this is a challenge for me. It’s different than just writing. It’s the fact that I ‘have’ to write. Maybe the quality will be good or less good for others, but so far, it is fun.
Thank you for seeing me 😊
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