Lure
after weary years spent swimming upstream,
a real fish out of water,
most see a puddle.
shallow and transparent,
a perfect reflection of that which is projected.
but with you?
with you i’m an ocean,
dark and wild with feral promise.
a force of nature,
brazen seduction incarnate.
2 thoughts on "Lure"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
Your first stanza has strengths — I love the “weary years” and the repeated S in “swimming upstreatm.”
BUT HOLY GUACAMOLE! Your second stanza is a stunner. “With you I am an ocean.” WOW.
Dare I suggest that’s where your poem is? That is a knockout. I love it!!!
My goodness thank you so much! I was honestly feeling not the most confident with this one but posted it anyway and now I’m so glad I did!