JoelJosol Posted May 12, 2009 Share Posted May 12, 2009 The sea water stumbles, falls on your thighs, clings the linen tightly on your skin, sketching the shape of your flesh like fruits, dew-washed, in a glossy spread. The waves keep pounding your thighs, glazed, in this early light. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 12, 2009 Share Posted May 12, 2009 Here you use so nice expressions as: clings the linen, dew-washed Passion here comes on top and that shows the wild calmness atmosphere when is written this poem Thank you for sharing Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 12, 2009 Share Posted May 12, 2009 I like this one, too, Joel. Not that I care for the magazine, but you should submit this one to Sports Illustrated for inclusion in the swimsuit issue or to Victoria's Secret for use in a catalog. I imagine a model where sand meets the surf. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoelJosol Posted May 12, 2009 Author Share Posted May 12, 2009 Thank you, Aleksandra and Tony, for appreciating the quiet sensuality of the poem. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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