Poetry (words)

Jumping puddles 

I watch him sink beneath the evening shadows at the waters edge he comes to life. There’s no gracefulness to match this. Night swimmer glistening in the fading light. 

Unaware of the defining moments as the ripples he creates embrace my eyes. How every cascading droplet is the moisture in my summer skies. 

He’s the poet without words, every stroke another curse. He fills my nights with moonlight and passion He turns my universe. 

I’d jump oceans just to watch him, I’d move the earth to hear his sighs. I’m at my best, my happiest here. Night swimming by his side. 


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