Poetry · Writing

Green Lake

He shares himself with the water. Purity and light to the touch as silk. His curly hair in the green light reminds him of seaweed. Mint and whisky swish around his mouth as he goes back for seconds. Reflection takes shape as greed. Greed lake and beware of her relentless pull.

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