i remember waves
on the sea at night,
of billowings above
your touch, rowings
with me under stars,
what should be cold
feeling steep as bath
water in midsummer
and our fingers held
such ocean of swirls,
forms on silky sleeks
and running with hair
tangled in slick kelps
as seals slide unders
to murmuring waves.
for Beth
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
i remember waves
on the sea at night,
of billowings above
your touch, rowings
with me under stars,
what should be cold
feeling steep as bath
water in midsummer
and our fingers held
such ocean of swirls,
forms on silky sleeks
and running with hair
tangled in slick kelps
as seals slide unders
to murmuring waves.
for Beth
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