May 2014
Nightfall
and I cannot get over
the architecture of you
I could draw your fingerprints
from memory
with rainbow crayons
paint
how you scrunched your toes
like yesterday’s paper
whenever the water
threatened to soak
our undressed feet
We are here
talking about
anything everything
nothing at all
your words are my wine
I want to sip every drop
ask for another bottle
in the coal-black silence
and get smashed
wake up tomorrow with sand
strewn through my fringe
a silly smile or two
forget what is not
on this beach
and know only now
the tone of the waves
hue of your lipstick
beat of our hearts
and I cannot get over
the architecture of you
I could draw your fingerprints
from memory
with rainbow crayons
paint
how you scrunched your toes
like yesterday’s paper
whenever the water
threatened to soak
our undressed feet
We are here
talking about
anything everything
nothing at all
your words are my wine
I want to sip every drop
ask for another bottle
in the coal-black silence
and get smashed
wake up tomorrow with sand
strewn through my fringe
a silly smile or two
forget what is not
on this beach
and know only now
the tone of the waves
hue of your lipstick
beat of our hearts
Written: May 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time that is part of my ongoing beach/sea series, and is similar in vein to previous poems 'The Shore' and 'The Scene.' As always, I do not wish for my poems to be soppy or indeed romantic, but rather intimate and realistic.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time that is part of my ongoing beach/sea series, and is similar in vein to previous poems 'The Shore' and 'The Scene.' As always, I do not wish for my poems to be soppy or indeed romantic, but rather intimate and realistic.
