[aVorbiss]: 642.Poetry.Slip Me Past

Letting this memory slip away and past
Like the violent waves pulling me out to the sea, vast
in its calm violence and is as weather casts,
much like women's moods: no current seems to last.

Pulled down by the tide, I tumble
and am grazed against the sand so humble
in providing such delicate pains. I tumble
and tumble until at last,
I let this memory slip me past.

Yet it's past now and not forgot
For you are something I can not
let slip as I did for the lot
of you. My heart attracted this initial shot,
and made my running blood hot.