Lap. Says the water.
A Slow hum.
Pierced with an occasional squeal and splash.
Deep beneath the surface you can hear it.
could you take me as i am
or would you drop me like a sham?
could you let go of fantasy
and be content to lie beside me?
could you love me and my flaws
or would you leave me because… ?
could you forsake the image of perfection
and flavor your existence with my confection?
Once on a day, as I was out walking,
I came upon a rock, and we commenced talking.
Dirty and rough, hardly worth taking,
Listened so well, kinship in the making. Continue reading