Memories of my Love
Under The Sea
The volume of the music continues
as our movement intertwines
synching rhythms.
My heart begins to flutter as the warmth of your flesh
flushes an arousal of exhilaration through my body,
You makes me feel safe.
The window panes dance,
the shadows dance,
cobblestones move within our feet.
You lead me to the shoreline
where you persuaded us to travel through
ensuring me I was safe
Picking me up you head deeper into the bodies of the sea
Panting from the strong currents
Pressure of the water continues
as we head down the continental for the seafloor.
Reaching the abyssal plain,
we begin stumbling under water.
As we embrace, we continue to dance
And I find myself breathing
under the sea
About the Creator
Amanda Moore-Karim
My name is Amanda Moore-Karim, an interdisciplinary artist specializing in wardrobe styling and creative writing devoting my work to Black feminist discourse.
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