a Salted Warrior
Ravishing; The look and image reflected back to me.
Engaged; My eyes focused on every inch of her angelic
Racing; My mind cascading dramatic ecstasy throughout.
How can her face radiate unexplainable pleasures to
launch me into a frenzy?
Oh but yet
What shall I prepare for?
When will this dream end?
How will I cope without her?
Every empty self-pitied feeling within
Then I paused
Let it pass I say
The sea is full of fish so glorious.
Ravishing; or just fishing without a hook?
A salted warrior takes the plunge so deep.
Let it pass said the lonely voice.
Let it pass
And all the ravishing will remain.
So free in the mind.
So free in the heart.
Let it pass.
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