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Ocean's tenderness

by Anne Howe


Tenderly he strokes her fine grained garment
With waves, lapping around her curved form
Emitting, as he does so, a sharp saltness
Which at that same moment, bathes my own lips
With the errant kiss of two timing nature

EarthÂ’s own body scents become entangled in my hair
Sticky rosebud to touch
And tossed by the fingers of the wind it falls
In palm frond obliqueness
On my glowing flesh

Eagerly the sea envelops her again
Mounting like the Royal steed
His merry whinny heard echoing in his rippling retreat
And I await my turn to be wrapped
In the odours of his depths
And caressed by his moist presence

With such passion does this courtly prince
Address us both.
Her beckoning is calm, still and golden
Mine but a frolicking fantasy of youth

08/10/2002

Posted on 08/10/2002
Copyright © 2024 Anne Howe

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rommel Cruz on 11/22/02 at 10:06 AM

Wow, cool one. The ocean seems so alive =)

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