As you moored me in sheets a countless times,
I gave into you helplessly always.
As I muffled into your arms, I incessantly muttered those words that you so conveniently ignore and alienate yourself from,
I’ve said a number of times to myself that I am not going to be in your arms,
But I’ve so precariously been there,
I guess I was destined to be in your arms.
A perennially problematic poetic subject handled with delicacy and tact.And in point of fact this is the 2,000th.poem to be posted on this site !!!
Oh lovely Louis….Thank you Louis ….your comments and observations are encouraging….
🙂 Super !
Thank you Reena!!!
A compelling read.
a reader is easily swept by- one suggestion though- the word INTO could be in to.