the bathing is over
crash of waves now a thing of the past
the rippled bed she rolled upon lays undressed
painted naked and smooth
neath the nights lusty moon
a plateau of peace
where once my aching muscle
rode the glorious swell across that salted floor
upon her heaving pool of desire
but tide has turned
i plough those crests no more
now birds in the night cry out
and chill of wind kicks sand in my face
the change of season
becomes a shudder across my shoulders
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dusk arising (
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Perfectly penned - fantastic imagery and a read to remember my friend. Top drawer writing
There's something sensual about the ocean waves on a beach..... bursting with energy and coalescing into a caress as their energy expires...... my inspiration to write this piece.
A lifetime so poetically laid out.
I wouldn't mind a lifetime spent closer to a beach..... I could daydream on that theme
... I gotta hand it to you DA .. tis very bloomin good sir ... and then some
... Neville
Thank you Neville, I had a wave of inspiration.
Great writing. Speaks to both my passion and my pain.
Two very strongly felt emotions there reminding us how alive we are.
This is a beautiful poem and a compelling read. Well written. I love it.
thank you very much Garth.
Wonderful words of a lost love d a.
Andy
Romantic words from a heart which has seen a few breakages. Thank you sir.
The tide has turned. The words speak for themselves, and we've all felt it. You tell it well.
The whole world seems to kick sand in your face when you really feel it. Thank you PB.
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