A fog lit morning

Dew night

Soft tones

Skin clothed 

Smothered together

Like a sandwich 

But warmer



He takes his time

Soothes her

Comforts her

Untangles her

Into him

Waves crashing into 

A fog lit morning 




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Then she drops the axe on

Then she drops the axe on him,

Running fearful in her mind,

She runs to gain comfort from another,

"unlocks the Hatch",

And climbs in,

And both their fears sell their souls,

To the rage of the wind.




And I love the poem too! Sorry! Have to write sometines when the thoughts are there or I can often forget!!



Years later, she sees him,

She tries to buy it back,

But an angel who walks with Jesus,

His protector, has his back.





...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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Haha thank-you! Well done.

Haha thank-you! Well done.