Swimming through cattails
by the light of the moon
she glides into my bay
on waves of bliss
Her watering cans
hand felt, as tender
to eyes leering true
A twisting motion
the dance floats my torso
arched, open in time
Free flowing strands
cascade, then brushed aside
reveal lips willing to speak
silenced by kisses
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Interesting how a wavelength keeps us connected and in the same current, poetically speaking. Do you write prose too?
ReplyDelete"free flowing" of wonderful words dancing in these verses ... like that kiss! Beautiful! :)
ReplyDeleteloved how this flowed and gently ended.
ReplyDeletethanks