”Darling, I listened;
To each dewy tear drop,
With the passion of Noah;
Tide high; rope-tied to our rowing boat;
Land ahoy or tempest bound.
Gatsby’s gift of exquisite hope;
Alas! Cyclic disheartenment;
“Boats against the current,
Borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
Aghast, with Romeo’s contentment;
“Did my heart love till now?”
Granted am I with the dullest ache of which
No remedy except poison be the cure.
Taste from thine lips lover;
Shared venomous suffocation,
With weighted boulder breast-laden;
Do you sink with me?
Bluejay confused for Mockingbird,
Never have my lungs lingered so empty;
“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read.
One does not love breathing.”
Perhaps fated-tied as Ishmael;
Heart-tethered to my hunt;
“See how elastic our prejudices grow
When love comes to bend them.”
Truly potent and beautiful, Josh. One of my favorite lines was regarding the boulder… “Will you sink with me?” Chilling. ❤️
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Sorry… “Do you sink with me.”
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It’s okay I know what you meant haha ❤️
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Thank you Rose xx
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