Oceans of Uncertainty
by Lacy D Phillips
I drive home with your coppery taste in my mouth
and can't help but dwell on the many minute mismatches
that might just add up to an end of this, a fatal incompatibility.
There is some intangible corruption at work here.
It eats away at my esteem for you, sinks you lower
till the sparkling blue I see isn't that of your keen eyes on mine
but the churning surface of my own doubts reflected there.
And if I could just dive in where I have no means to follow
then we might both be filled instead of hollowed.
Posted on 11/21/2007
Copyright © 2022 Lacy D Phillips
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/21/07 at 03:30 AM|
Those last two lines are absolutely flawless. They seem to move and breathe perfectly.
|Posted by Jean Mollett on 06/16/08 at 02:01 AM|
Good one. It works well together. Loves's not always easy, keeps us wondering at times.