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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Come On In, The Water's Fine


Photo courtesy of Matthew Saindon

Let's take a swim
In the waters of sin
Dip a toe in
That's how we'll begin
But then we'll submerge
Give in to each urge
As our bodies converge
In a heavenly surge
I'll pull you under
Head pounding like thunder
Ripping asunder
All that you wonder
And all that you knew
And did misconstrue
How you need to subdue
A love wicked and true
So come, let's get wet
And never forget
We need not abet
Any saints as of yet