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The Towering Emotional Wake Of Our Unfolding Ocean
by Tom GossI. Closing Curtains, Again
Undulating in the flesh-flow
of your spring blue smile
the land's gentle invitation
sits unopened.
No matter how clear the sea
or the fresh morning sky,
the rush of your eyes
is the only waterfall that
drenches me with liquid adoration.
II. Awaiting The Eclipse
In this lucid moonlight your hand
traces the chalky curve of the moon
as though you were capturing its photons
for your own pleasure,
to make the touch of your hand
to mine: electromagnetic.
III. Seeing Sunspots
Spaces in between
the softness of
your thighs,
warmth of
the looking into
that I must endure,
burn of delicate raging,
whispers of stabbing delight:
once more I feel the gaze of your eyes. 05/17/2007 Author's Note: Please check out my new book! ;)>
Posted on 05/17/2007
Copyright © 2026 Tom Goss
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/19/07 at 05:48 PM Tom, I may never see the beach at the Pacific Ocean the same again. This is positively sensual and sensory. With each stanza, I can feel the lap of the waves hitting the shore, but in quite a different way.
~Chelle~ |
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