Open Poetry #45 |
Silent Waves, Silent Ease |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The sand overlapped their bodies Staring vividly at the night As if their eyes were stars Between the dark pitch Between the East and West, Their voices unheard, unneeded, Being swallowed by the shores of the sea, They became blankets on a path of sand As their bodies lay print to the sands smooth trenches. ItÕs the kind of language you hope for; Two eyes resting at the ease of another, No words, but a shore and a night, Orchestrating the symphony of a night-full breeze With two mates watching with front row seats. It is the guided maze of her body next to his To their bodies crossing As the waves hit the sand On the shores of a never-ending night. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
It's the kind of language you hope for; Two eyes resting at the ease of another, No words, but a shore and a night, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh man, this makes my heart go pitter-patter. Your night sky and shoreline is absolutely exquisite!!! Loved this, very much! |
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