The Sea Wall
Moon lit waters dance and sway
As we meld our bodies and souls
The smell of sweet perfume at bay
The pull of the moon at the controls
A tug boat pushing a barge motors by
Churning up seawater and pushing waves
While intricately woven together we lie
Slowly taking in what our heart craves
Desires unfettered by cautions woe
Flow through the sensory of tender lips
Pulses speed up as breath begins to slow
Hands resting comfortably on the hips
The air is sultry with the smell of the sea
The sounds of the night are the Gull’s call
And there is no where else I’d rather be
Than right here with you on this Sea Wall
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Comments2
Very Nice, atmospheric & romantic
'The smell of sweet perfume at bay'
(salty mineral, earthiness
and a thudding tide's, waves
of frothing sweetness
invading those senses
like an ethereal, presence)
yes, dear poet
I too have a memento, I recall
in my hours of overwhelming
lonesome, yearning
for when she, was merely
a fingertips - reach, away..
(thank you, these words
I relate to, on so many levels
what a triumphantly vivid wording
what practised skill, you posses
to craft such a luminous, poem)
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