Faultless
I hide behind my indiscretion
and you cover me there with your hands
Hot and salty, as the tears that come
later . . . so much later
Your warmth mimics security
as I ride these waves of confusion
crashing against serrated rock
that tears at flesh belonging to no one
Instigating pity, bleeding weakness
into once pristine water
©Kay Salady
Posted on February 2, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, poetry, Uncategorized and tagged confusion, emptiness, hot and salty tears, indiscretion, insecurity, it's not love, loss, pitiful, torn, weakness. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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