He swam
in the sea
of her moistness-
warm waves,
tide on tide,
her fingers,
shark like,
set about
his flesh as
of fish; -
who else
could swim
as such?
he recalled
the *******
hot finger tips
of her love,
the way
they dived
into waves
of oncoming
passions;
you-
you,
my young love,
he said,
I the youth,
diving, deep,
breath held,
eyes closed.
Where are you now,
my long ago love?
He asked,
in what waters
do you now dive?
Or are you
in Davy Jones' Locker?
Or are you still alive?
REMEMBRANCE OF A LONG AGO LOVE.