Cold blue water
As he steps in
His skin glowing in the moonlight
As his body submerges in the water
He holds in his final breath
And sinks in
From the water turning from forest blue
To as black as the morning crows,
He sinks in.
As he allows his deep brown eyes capture the last of the light that the full moon emits,
His long brown hair flowing so graciously like a flower in the wind,
He sinks in.
And before it's over he feels the warmth of a hand,
Pulling his undressed body back to the surface
As he feels the warmth spread to his arms, his legs, his chest.
Through his hair, where fingers run through.
From his lips going from blue violet to a coral pink.
As his eyes open, those same ethereal brown eyes, .
He sees once again, the gleaming of the moonlight.
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Author:
Adam Shirley (
Offline) - Published: August 24th, 2017 21:32
- Comment from author about the poem: I hope one day I can dedicate this poem to someone. (updated: it has just been dedicated to someone.)
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Comments2
Captivating work Adam= enjoyed it.
Thank you Michael
Very good write. Always go towards the light.
Yes indeed! Thank you lots
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