Being An Ocean

I had formed her silhouette 

behind my eyes,

not yet knowing which hand

she used for writing.

And she must have felt

me staring;

putting snapdragons 

in my pockets.

She was as milk

and salt

and wine.

She was the ocean.

 I took her in

deep breaths,

letting the air out

in water.

And she caught me in momentum,

and placed in my hand 

a kiss.

Reviews

[Misery]

From the soul of LeCavalier...intrigue and introspection.
You indeed possess The Gift, dear poet, and one would be foolish to trade one Abigale for any 10 modern 'poets'.

[Abigale LeCavalier]

You do say some very nice things. :)

[Misery]

Things based upon observation and appreciation of your art.