Posted in Poetry, Prose

Testing the Waters

She insisted
on testing the waters
before diving in
taking her chances
a jackknife high dive
sleek and smooth
her body arched
into the waters
leaving me with a thirst
that couldn’t be quenched
I had taken that dive, you see
long before she knew of current
flowing, alongside the feelings
drifting to the sound
of my love for her,
drowning without care
the whirlpool destiny
of her swirling waters….



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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