By Doug Terranova
Your love is the sound of waves
gently lapping onto the shore.
It is the tide that pulls me in,
the current that thrusts me under.
The water surrounds me,
but I open my mouth
and I can breathe.
Sometimes inspiration hits you vaguely, something that needs to be prodded or dug up to see the whole piece. This poem was not like that. I was lying in my bed, arm wrapped around my boyfriend's sleeping form, and the words hit me. I immediately wrote down what came to me, and it only needed slight polishing once it was written.
I am a relatively new writer in Kansas City, MO. While I do write poetry, most of my work is currently in short fiction. I have co-written two plays, several short stories, and am working on a book that is scheduled to be finished by the end of the year.