The blue color
of your veins
pulls me under,
a dangerous undertow.
This sea
is red
and in the reflection
of your water,
holy,
tell me,
have I been
cleansed?
poetry by © c. eve // shadowofeve.com
poetry by © c. eve // shadowofeve.com
The blue color
of your veins
pulls me under,
a dangerous undertow.
This sea
is red
and in the reflection
of your water,
holy,
tell me,
have I been
cleansed?
