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sea clashing,
frothing the rocks,
wind brushes a snare-drum song,
bare cypress branches moan,
rocks rattle in languid fingers,
a cotton, wind-dried
towel rasps
steamy skin,
a rope swing winds
and dizzily spins,
eyes spark
as fingers poke,
a joy-juiced hug rocks you,
coarse hair raises
blood-tingling life,
teeth sink
into my craving and satisfaction
photo: Jillian Standish
a joy juiced hug...not that is my kinda hug. smiles.
ReplyDeleteThat's fishing with a wildside. Hammer Horror for me today. My 55
ReplyDelete"the wind brushes a snare drum song..." these words are beautiful, tangible- each line its own sonnet.
ReplyDeletewow great pictures for a great picture... thanks
ReplyDeletemine is up
Lots in this 55 and good stuff at that. My 55 is HERE .
ReplyDeleteSuggestive, in many senses of the word, and a powerful evocation of sensory experience. Oceanic, in fact.
ReplyDeleteCravings Satisfied..
ReplyDeleteRoll over to sleep and snore.
Like men after sex!!
Sorry, I couldn't help myself.
Loved your 55.
Thanks for playing, thanks for visiting, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
WOW..too adventurous for me..
ReplyDeletebut I love it..such beautiful words..
well done!
I am up
hugs
shakira