tide

dusk arising

 

 

 



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

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 6th, 2017 03:48
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  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write, times, like the tides, change.

  • malubotelho

    This is beautiful and very poetic. Love the metaphor used to describe a relationship that only left marks. Lovely. Nice to see a post from you.

  • Fay Slimm.

    So vividly portrayed the change autumn brings to both tide and shore - love the imagery you chose to bring other changes to mind which affects our lives. Thanks for sharing with us again DA.

  • Louis Gibbs

    A beautiful metaphor of love now past, dusk! You paint the scene well in this write.

  • Neville

    this is one of those poems one can feel as they read it...

    I can still feel it... therefore it must be damn good... Neville



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