Poetry, Poetry/Prose Mine Cerulean March 11, 2013 Pam Rossow Leave a comment I drank you in— swam in your oceans dove to your depths kicked to your surface. I inhaled cerulean— tasted salt on my tongue embraced gritty warmth wrapped myself in a crashing embrace. You were infinite— until your finiteness. ~Pamela Click it!Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like Loading... Related