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Shipwrecked

She touches me like the morning sun does—
With gentle and warm embraces
Her beauty makes other
Women seem faceless
 
Her smile is so alluring
Stringing me along
Her emerald eyes, like Medusa’s
They turn me into stone
 
Her voice, an angel’s voice
She doesn’t talk, she sings
She sings her “Siren Song”
Bringing the ship of
My thoughts and words
Crashing to shore—
Leaving me shipwrecked
And speechless
 
Marooned on her lovely Island

(2014)

#Lovely

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