Maybe in the morning I can swindle your love once more, You have also mentioned the sands which intricately painted a vivid image in my head when I read it! You begin with the bedroom scene as you quiver at the memories which in turn takes you back to the drowning and the salty water. I love the link you have made between the two above stanzas here. Of breathing the crisp air instead of the salty sea. Slowly slipping into a coma where I can dream of sand, I find the words you have used here filled with expression and effective I like this shift as it allows the reader to transform from reading words into setting out a scene where they are in this room with you facing the fear, anxiety as well as a tingle of relief that you wont be hurt tonight. Panic pulsates as he strikes the bedroom door,ĭeadbolt locks will keep me from tasting blood tonight. Life seems to consume us like an ocean and the stress gets way over our head that we find ourselves not knowing how to swim in our own emotions.
I love the metaphor you have embedded within this stanza it is one I can truly relate to.
Savoring every single ounce of affection,
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