Wearing only skin interwoven with air,

    sunlight textured on back like bright tattoo.

    Sheets keep hips warm and out of sight,

    face pressed into the soft soft pillows, is at peace,

    eyes closed lightly, lips parted in a gesture of kissing,

    arms scissored and resting on the sheets

    embossed with tidal breathing.

    Later wash the sleep out of eyes,

    rinse dreams back into the deep

    pools of heart to await another nightfall.

    Hair moussed on scalp by warm shower's attentions.

    The sea building, tongues of wetness creeping

    onto shore of thighs, driftwood

    of nether hair and soon the rush of ocean singing,

    singing through the voice of blood.

21 October 2001   17:30 hours
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