Foo

13 December, 2008 at 23:32 (Uncategorized)

You are my home.
And you have rocked and you have buffeted me,
this last year past.
But still you are,
my island of reeds
in this heady river,
and I swim to you greedily after every dive,
though it may never be
your eyes I crave,
it is your arms I fall into
at the end of every day.

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