Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Ode to Seasand

i do not need a second invite
to roll around you, seasand
fly goes my clothes
just skin on sand -
what pure
seduction
wind and waves
have tasted you
the spaces between every grain
pulse with the memory of the tides
ah, the thrill of it
filling
every
crevice
of my body
let me never wash!
i can step
unfalteringly
over your golden breast
even your bite
when a wind whips it
against my ankles
is delight
i do not know
from
where
you
come
from
yet
i would like
to fly with you
on the wind
teach me
your
swiftness
and
the
wisdom
of
your age
i sing to you,
Sand of the Seas
granules of
finely chiseled Time
men keep their
machinery and gadgets
clean from
you
but oh, come
chafe and sculpt
me
with
your
immeasurable
imagination

1 comment:

  1. Nice imagery! Really liked discovering your poetry.

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