

Harbor born..Standing by the shore I gaze over the scattered patches of marram Long are the brittle grasses that can hide the children and scuttle crabs alikeHarbor born..
They dissipate slowly and give way to sandy dunes Beyond which there is a dark glass of sea and moonlight
I could lose myself forever in the lullaby of those lolling waves The site, the sound, the smell of them comfort me in a way that no soul can
I weave my way through the uneven grass and stride over the sandy dunes
There I sink to my knees before the tide
My heart bursts as I let my fingers drift into the water
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This Boy This BraggartThis boy, this braggartThis Boy This Braggart
Takes hold of me thinking that I will be his And thus proceeds with arrogance and audacity
Beyond what he should enjoy
I could let him I could let this boy drink me up
Take me down like liquor to sear his blood.
But my pride denies that I consent
In secret shadow I could submit to this boy. Away from prying eyes perhaps Id swoon Perhaps Id fall prey to his charm
But for now, I think I will continue to play this game To take his wrists and make him dance to my tune Make him worship
And s


My trustToday I will lie in bed languid as a cat Wholly content with the knowledge that Should I rise from my place of simple pleasures He will be there waiting.My trust


RainI read today Some minor work of fiction by a name I do not recognizeRain
I read until a shadow stole the words from my eyes It was so abrupt that I set my novel down and walked to the window
A storm is coming.
I stepped away for a time to attend to other things It was only a matter of moments before the soft patter of rain on glass pervaded the room I sighed contentedly at the beauty of it for just a moment before returning to my pillows
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