Wednesday, June 20, 2012

The Starfish dreams

Ebb’s exposures languish
in saline dreams, heavy with air,
and the screeching lullaby of gulls.

Wash away the dance of time
you laundering tide
in the rippled passion of kisses
that peak to a flood
and flying freedom in a watery sky.

Wash away the dance of time
raptured in the joy of salty baptism,
swallowed in loves engulfing potion
and the thunder of waves.

Wash away the dance of time
in the undulating rhapsody
of after-love
and the silence of dreams.

1 comment:

Jack Brown said...

(whispered) anything i say will spoil the moment
by gum cap's off again