Seawater has its way

February 11, 2010

Partition, silk and moistened,
adheres and I caress her o’er the fabric while seahorses neigh and race

She did turn; strode towards the churning foam
Lone strip of gray fabric, tattered yet smoothed by saltwater

passing along
my palm

Saturated

Her head rests on her white shoulder
lips pastel and sensual

one ribbon of restless blue above

Those lips serenaded it to reality

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