Thursday, June 5, 2008

I am posting this poem by my sister, the lovely Abigail Smithson, at her request.

I am an ice cube alone in the ocean
I was awoken from sleep
Startled, I felt drowsy but excited
In your body
I was delicate as lace
But you were careful
Like water fills a lake
You gently washed against me
Drumming your mouth against my legs
Your arms were like clouds, gently sliding on the surface
Wanting and then gone, so early before the blue hit the sky
And now my delicate lace and I want to visit the lake

1 comment:

lydz said...

thanks for breathing poetic life into this dead blog!