Skin so sensitive
A hemophiliac
Wet dream.
Breakers roar
Hearts drop
Below deck.
I stand watching
From the edge of
Where the water
Meets the land
And I am holy.
Papal urgency,
Nature my scepter,
My intent a
Crown of thorns.
The sheer
Downward force;
I possess
The momentum
Of a stone.
Breaking water
Ice cold goosebumps
Raised flesh like
Soldiers at attention.
A smile
Stuck like a
Sunburn adhesive.
Tyler Wilcox
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hemophilia/
