MEA CULPA
Tonight I'm going home to dream of the whale
when we knew love as big as the ocean
I'll taste the salty tang of the tides
remembering your kisses, deep and rolling
Tonight I'll dream of where the sea meets the sand
the touch of your fingers floating over my skin
sweat drowning our eyes from the labours of lust
till submerged we sink into the depth of contrition
© Bette O’Callaghan
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