blue-bikinied beauty water clinging to her bronzed skin
like a t-shirt made from opals slick curlicues of hair
and blinking the sea away body a perfect pair
of inverted parentheses sand populating between every toe
wet specks that dribble past the collarbone between the *******
I am looking at a moving painting stupidly entranced as if this was a Picasso
improbable as always but enough for me
to put the book down a flawless frame radiant and alive
and just five footprints away
Written: November 2017. Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.