Perfect with gravity
fuji-like mountain
above which hangs heaven
star full and bursting
beside which she sits with a mouth full of flattery
quipping alacrities with ease
'you’re a man with a very smooth shirt’, she says
‘thank you’, he replies almost inaudibly
The breeze brushes an inner thigh with its lycra tongue
she shimmers
like a clear-lake breeze kissed
He grows to become a campfire on her shores
she laps at his embers
reflecting and flickering
He encompasses the perimeter with stealth
Sniffs the wind for fear and for warning
none comes
they bathe naked, ever watchful, for
a shift in the rushes, for the
fish in their sleep,
for the shadows
in the deep
not yet awakened.
MChallis © 2015
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
Perfect with gravity
fuji-like mountain
above which hangs heaven
star full and bursting
beside which she sits with a mouth full of flattery
quipping alacrities with ease
'you’re a man with a very smooth shirt’, she says
‘thank you’, he replies almost inaudibly
The breeze brushes an inner thigh with its lycra tongue
she shimmers
like a clear-lake breeze kissed
He grows to become a campfire on her shores
she laps at his embers
reflecting and flickering
He encompasses the perimeter with stealth
Sniffs the wind for fear and for warning
none comes
they bathe naked, ever watchful, for
a shift in the rushes, for the
fish in their sleep,
for the shadows
in the deep
not yet awakened.
MChallis © 2015
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